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Atlantic Christian College 



Wilson, N. C. 

Published Annually 

by the 

Student Body Publication Committee 

Atlantic Christian 




Wilson, North Carolina 

The Students of Atlantic Christian College, out of their deep 
appreciation of Mr. Hackney's loyalty to the institution, 
kindness to the students and benevolent spirit 
toward every department of the college 
and its work, most affection- 
ately dedicate this 
2nd volume 
The Pine Knot 

jYIh. George Hackney 






" fere's! to our f rienbs !" Cfje S^ine limit exclaims!. 
" $ine Snot is tfje message it eber proclaims, 

ipine linot tofjen sorrows arounb j>ou are, 

|3ine iinot tofjen ijeart acfjes fjabe left pou afar, 

•pine Snot— tie cfjerrp, fjappp anb gap; 

ipine Snot is tfje message 3 bring eberp bap." 

— Clement Manly Morton 

Atlantic Christian College 

THE roots of Atlantic Christian College run back into various efforts of 
such individuals as J. H. Foy, Josephus Latham, J. R. Winfield, D. W. 
Davis, H. C. Bowen and others to furnish adequate education for Eastern 
Carolina. The academies conducted by these men at Wilson, Farmville, Pantego, 
Catherine Lake, and Old Ford proved of value to the generation they served and 
developed a desire and ambition to undertake larger things. About fifteen years 
ago these desires culminated into Carolina Christian College, at Ayden. Under the 
leadership of J. R. Tingle, A. J. Manning and L. T. Rightsell it did a valuable 
work. The citizens of Ayden and many of the churches gave liberal support to 
this undertaking, which was by no means in vain. 

In 1899 Professor Joseph Kinsey, who had for many years conducted a very 
successful female school at LaGrange, was induced to move that institution, with 
its splendid patronage and reputation, to Wilson. A company was formed, the 
stock of which the citizens of Wilson subscribed for largely, and Kinsey's Seminar}' 
was launched, under auspicious conditions. The larger responsibility, however, 
connected with building and inaugurating such a new enterprise, broke down the 
health of Mr. Kinsey and in two years he found himself compelled to give up the 
work. About this time B. H. Melton, J. J. Harper, George Hackney and others, 
realizing the remarkable suitableness of Wilson as a college town, induced the 
majority of the stockholders who held stock in Kinsey's Seminary to donate that 
stock to the Convention of the Christian Church, while the church obligated itself 
to conduct in the splendid property a Christian College, for a period of at least 
ten years. 

Dr. J. C. Coggins was chosen its first President and Dr. J. J. Harper was made 
Chancellor. LJnder the leadership of these men pledges were taken to pay off 
the outstanding indebtedness on the property and to equip the institution. Like 
nearly all new institutions without adequate financial support, the first few years 
saw many ups and downs. After the resignation of Dr. Coggins, Dr. Harper 
was elected to preside over the new enterprise. His wise leadership and good 
judgment guided her into the way of success. After three and a half years of 
faithful service, Dr. Harper died. Up to this period Atlantic Christian College 
had been primarily an institution for young women. The confidence was so 
great in its usefulness and success that at the State Convention of the Christian 

Church at Belhaven in the fall of 1907 pledges were made to cancel its indebted- 
ness. The financial panic of the year, however, together with the death of Dr. 
Harper, made the collection of the pledges, for the time, impossible. 

In January, 1908, the Trustees selected Jesse C. Caldwell as President of 
the institution. The five years of his administration have been marked by steady 
growth along all lines. A large residence adjoining the campus was purchased, 
which served as a temporary dormitory for young men. The number of young 
men attending the institution gradually grew until they practically equal the 
number of young women. After time had been given for establishing confidence 
in the administration, nearly all the old pledges, and many new ones, were not 
only made but paid and the institution was cleared of its bonded indebtedness. 
In 1911 the citizens of Wilson came to the rescue and offered funds sufficient to 
make the Trustees deem it wise to erect an up to date dormitory for young men. 
This good year of 1912— '13 has seen the college taxed to its capacity from the 
opening day to the present. 

The character of its work and the number of its Faculty have been increased 
year by year until today its entrance requirements and courses offered for degree 
are standard in every respect. The outlook is the most encouraging, and assur- 
ance has been given from many sources of an endowment that is adequate to 
meet the present needs. 

Cor. Goldsboro and Vanco Sts., Wilson 
Rev. Richard Bacby, Pastor 

Dr. Jesse C. Caldwell 

Mrs. Jesse C. Caldwell and 


A Song to A. G. G. 

I rhyme not for the stranger's ear, 

I count not his esteem; 
For well I know his callous heart 

Would scorn my humble theme. 
There are — and memory holds them dear- 

Among earth's mighty throng, 
The friends of college days; to these 

I dedicate my song. 

I miss some dear, familiar faces, 

And the sound of pilgrim's feet. 
These have crossed the "Shining River," 

And have walked the "Golden Street," 
But the memory of their peaceful lives 

From us can ne'er depart; 
For their portraits are all hanging 

In the galley of our heart. 

To thee I sing, Oh, A. C. College, 

Thy buildings so dear to see. 
What smiles, what tears of life have been 

Identified with thee! 
Thou bringest memories, fond memories, 

To many a heart and brain, 
With a rhythm of wild, free melody, 

Yet a sweet and sad refrain. 

Commencement day is here again, 

As of old, almost the very same. 
Our boys and girls have striven hard 

To reach the longed for goal of fame. 
Seniors dear bid us a fond farewell 

As they turn an almost envious gaze 
Upon their schoolmates loved so well, 

Who've yet to finish their college days. 

I love to think upon the time 

When joy seems most complete; 
When a full year's work is done 

And all their friends can greet. 
It is the rosy month in the "Old North State,' 

In May's clear, sunny hours, 
When you are keeping that old festival, 

The glorious "feast of flowers." 

To these boys and girls I bow my stateliest. 

Heaven guard this noble band; 
For they are the coming women and men 

Who shall grace our mighty land, 
Heaven guard these coming que?ns and kings 

And may they indeed love to reign 
In church, and home, and native land 

And keep all evil from their true domain. 

Old school, you are again today 

On a gala day of beauty, 
And your children are fresh as May, 

And strongly equipped for duty; 
But you've changed to some who saw thee 

Though these, they mark it not, 
But ah! I feel it as I gaze 

Upon each well remembered spot. 

Peace to thee, oh, A. C. College — 

The dearest home in all the land! 
May the God of Nations keep thee 

In the hollow of his hand! 
Were there but one string to my harp, 

And my right hand, strong and free, 
I would touch that string with tenderness 

Whene'er I think of thee. 



Principal of Girls 

Professor of Latin and Greek 

Professor of English 


Professor of Mathematics 


A.M., D.Ped 

Professor of Natural Science 


Professor of Modem Languages 

C. M. FARMER, A.B., B.Ped. 
Instructor in Mathematics a?id 
Principal of Boys' Dormitory 


Instructor in History and English 


B. of Mus. 
Director of Music 

Piano and Voice 

Instructor in Piano 


, Professor of Art 

Piano, Harmony, History of Music 


Director of Expression 


Secretary to the President 


Lady Principal 

Matron, Boys' Dormitory 

The Seniors' Boast 

The winds have whispered it from all the trees, 

The birds have sung it among the leaves, 

But they'll never bother us any more, 

All the sorrows of school life are forever o'er, 

Class of 1914 be as good as we were and there'll be no 

We tried very hard and thought we were good, but lo! 

We thought we were angels but other folks said "no," 

We are now going home where toe can wave at the boys without 


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Senior Glass Poem 

Will you listen to my rhyme, 
While I tell you in short time, 
Of the wonders we have done 
And the honors we have won? 

Not for many days, I ween, 
Such a class has e'er been seen 
As the one we gladly represent, 
Joyful, happy and content. 

Happy, for the heavy work is done 
And our trophies proudly won; 
Joyful in the knowledge gained, 
And the heights that we've attained. 

Would you, too, not be content, 
If four years in school you'd spent 
And now felt that you were free, 
Browsing on life's flowery lea? 

Oh, the wonders we've achieved! 
They're really hard to be believed, 
But we're sure we'll convince your ear 
For we'll make them wondrous clear. 

Now before you we do truly stand 
By the right of wisdom, highest in the land, 
Not of wisdom only do we beg you hear, 
But of pleasures, trials, joys and friendships 

First and greatest of our woes 

The most fascinating of girls' foes — 

Logic — of which all philosophers teach, 

And by deepest study was the summit reached. 

In Economics we are fully versed 

And our minds have been duly nursed 

In signs and cosigns, tangents rare 

None with us in these things can compare. 

Of our knowledge of Psychology 

We can surely boast without apology; 

And in Ethics and Evidences 

We have truly sharpened all our senses. 

We are sure our faces must be glowing 
With the rich thoughts that come flowing, 
From the boundless river of literary lore 
Which will give us joy forevermore. 

And we've quaffed of Music's pleasure 
And its harmonies beyond all measure; 
Also have we walked in Art's dominions 
Learning there to spread our pinions; 

And we soared in times so olden 
Filled with music and paintings golden 
Till we caught the inspiration 
Which welded into life's aspiration. 

At the feet of sages we've been sitting 

As such little maids was befitting 

And we learned that life's stern duty 

Must be taught by voices of surpassing beauty. 

That the stream of life must ebb and flow 

As it did in days of long ago, 

And that to our merry, glad tomorrow 

Evil things to us will come in robes of sorrow. 

But deliver us from such pessimistic teaching, 

And a deaf ear will we turn to all such preach- 

On this class of 1913 with the trophies they 
have won 

Never will they dream that they'll forget their 

And at A. C. College where we've blushed and 

May we not be sure our mem'ries will be en- 

In the hearts of those we love so dear 

As the day of parting now draws near. 

Oh, we pray you in this month of flowers, 
Filled with happy, joyous hours, 
By the love we truly hope we've won 
That your prayer may speed us, every one. 


President Senior Class; Literary 
Editor The Radiant '11-'12; Secre- 
tary Girls' Tennis Club '10-'ll; 
President Girls' Tennis Club '11- 
'12; Editor in Chief Hesperian Bugle 
'11-'12; College Editor Biu/le '12-'13; 
Alumni Editor The Radiant '12-13; 
Assistant Editor The Pine Knot 

* 2 T 


Wilson, N. C. 


"Who is so full of grace that it flows over on all that 

Susie Gray came to us five years ago, a little girl, and 
with each revolution of the planet she has grown in grace 
and wisdom and appreciation of the good and the true. 
She has finished the course in English Literature and 
has exhibited as much ability in English as she has shown 
in Music, though her ability in and appreciation of music 
is most admirable. "She is a winsome, wee thing" and 
all hearts rejoice that she will not be far from us in the 
coming years and in the knowledge that she will ever be 
loyal and helpful to her college. 

"The dews of Heaven fall thick in blessings upon her." 


Elm City, N. C. 


"She bore a mind that envy could not but call fair." 

Four years ago Elsie came to us "adorned like sweet 
May"; and her gentle ways, low, sweet voice, diligence, 
and fine talent soon enabled her to take her place among 
the best, the chosen few. She is so musical in her tem- 
perament that none were surprised when she chose Music 
as her major, and her exquisite rendition makes her an 
accomplished pianist. We hope she will continue to cul- 
tivate her musical talent to a much greater perfection. 

"Heaven give you many, many happy days." 


Pianist Hesperian Society; Vice- 
President Music Club; Literary 
Editor The Radiant; Music Reporter 
The Pine Knot '13; Historian 
Senior Class. 


Vice-President Senior Class; Vice- 
President Hesperian Society '10— '11, 
■11-'12, '12-13; College Editor The 
Radiant '10-'ll; Poet Sophomore 
Class 'U-'12; Co-editor The Radiant 
'12-13; College Editor The Pine 
Knot '13. 


Elm City, N. C. 

"In all external grace you have some part, 
But you like none, none you for constant heart." 

For four years Sallie has been with us and, by her un- 
tiring industry, her warm heart and brilliant mind, has 
won the love and admiration of students and Faculty. 
Through unremitting perseverance in the very face of 
inevitable obstacles she has successfully finished the Col- 
legiate Course and won her degree. We predict for her 
a career of worth and usefulness which will reflect credit 
upon her Alma Mater to which she will ever remain a 
loyal daughter. 

"The God of Heaven both now and ever bless her." 


Catherine Lake, N. C. 


"Many days shall see her, 
And yet no day without a deed to crown it." 

Lillie is our "busy bee," always at work, always cheery, 
always ready to do a kindness. For four and a half 
years has she been with us, and every year has revealed 
new worth, great improvement and new capabilities. 
We much regret that she cannot finish her Collegiate 
Course as well as her Art. The painstaking care and 
exquisite finish of her work show her marked ability in 
her chosen field and we hope she will be able to attain 
still higher perfection in Art. 

"Take my blessing, God protect thee." 


Prophet Senior Class; Historian 
Sand Fiddlers' Club; Art Editor 
The Pine Knot '13; Treasurer 
Alethian Society, Spring term, 1913. 



Secretary and Treasurer Senior 
Class; College Editor The Radiant 
'13; Art Editor The Pine Knot '13; 
Chessy Cat Club; Phi Pi Club; 
Choral Club; Tennis Club; Manager 
Basketball Club '13. 

* 2 T 


Wilmington, N. C. 


"The hand that made you fair hath made you good." 

Eunice is our baby Senior, having been with us only 
two and a half years, but in that time she has secured a 
lasting place in our hearts. By her gentle manners and 
loving disposition she has won her nickname "U-ni-ce." 
She made Art her major, and her marked talent and close 
application have enabled her to complete the course in 
so short a time. Her beautiful work reflects much credit 
upon herself and her teacher. She expects to pursue her 
work in New York City, and we are confident she will 
attain distinction in her chosen field. 

"God's protection and benison go with her." 

Senior Class History 

The duty which falls upon the historian is to tell the story of a class during 
its four years of college life. As we glance back over the past time we know that 
many decided and various changes have taken place, and yet, how little of our 
real history it is possible to record. 

In September, we entered the halls of dear old A. C. C, a group of wide eyed, 
gaping mouthed verdants into the mysterious vistas of a place akin to Alice's 
"Wonderland." There were quite a number of us to assume the cares and respon- 
sibilities of Freshmen. During this year we learned a great deal, and it seems 
as if it were our first introduction to the world, we received so many scornful 
glances and calls of "greenie" from the higher classes. However, I suspect this 
name suited us, for the first I recall of one of our classmates, she was at the depot 
sitting on her trunk and holding fast to it, and when our President tried to per- 
suade her to come to the college, she said emphatically, with the briny tears 
streaming down her cheeks, "No, I will not leave my trunk." We soon, how- 
ever, took up our regular round of school work, and after the Christmas holidays 
nothing of much importance happened until we came to Commencement. Attend- 
ing recitals, hearing lectures, and listening to sermons was indeed a revelation to 
us; however, this soon came to a close, and our trunks were packed for home. 
We had been looking forward to this day for a long time, and I must admit that 
some of us were guilty of counting the days, and, yes, even the minutes before we 
could leave our troubles and go to our loved ones. 

Our holidays came to a close, ah! too soon, and we found ourselves again at 
A. C. C, but what a marked difference between our arrival this year and last. 
Yes, we said "this year" just as much as we wished, for didn't we have to keep 
quiet when we were Freshmen and hear about what happened "last year"? But 
then! ah, then, we were Sophomores, and we stood before the admiring glances of 
the whole school, resplendent in dignity and swollen with knowledge. Sopho- 
more! Doesn't that word sound big to you? To us it sounded much bigger than 
"Junior" or "Senior." This year we learned how to flirt! took lessons from the 
Seniors, too. We thought we were "It," but we were compelled to admit the 
Seniors were a little — just a little — above us, and we thought if they shot shy 
glances at the boys, we could too, so before the year was out not many people 
could excel our Sophomore Class in that most interesting game called flirting. 
Guess the teachers have cause to remember this year also, as they were kept in 
their rooms for quite a while, without anything to eat or drink, while the girls 
feasted at midnight, and then as the beautiful rays of the sun appeared in the 
early morning, social period began; knocking on the doors began also, but to no 
avail, until one of our dignified teachers thought of a new and wonderful plan. 
She crept out on the porch, crawled through a window, and before we knew any- 

thing there stood all the teachers before us. We were horror stricken but only 
for a moment, and in a short while, people passing the streets saw several teachers 
standing erect in front of several trees. They could not imagine why but, at 
second glance, saw a long rope wrapped very artistically around the tree and 
also, a teacher. Who were the leaders in all this? Why, the Sophomores, of 
course. After this frolic we settled down to hard, earnest work, for we knew in 
a few more months we would climb to the next niche in the educational wall. 
Finally examinations were over and we prepared to leave once more. With many 
handshakes, good wishes, and hopes to meet again as Juniors next year, we scat- 
tered to our homes. 

Once more the wheel of time made its round and we found ourselves again at 
our dear college to face the responsibility of Juniors. Of necessity the Junior 
year was more quiet than the Sophomore or Freshman, because we had passed 
from the rainbow days of our incipiency into a more sober realization of the work 
that lay before us. We had only nine Juniors, but we were willing to face any 
difficulty and we did not care if the other classes did call us "uppish" or "con- 
ceited"; we worked with all our might, and we are sure we accomplished great 

Four years have passed and we are now Seniors. When we arrived at col- 
lege in September we were sorry to find that some of our classmates had failed to 
come back. Only five of us — all girls — are left. However, we have set our faces 
toward the future with a determination to win or die. The other classes are 
somewhat envious of us this year because we, being Seniors, have Senior privileges, 
such as keeping on our lights after light bell, going on long strolls, and — having 
young men callers once a month, when such calls are sought very eagerly. We 
have felt our importance and I think the people of Wilson have also, for didn't 
they entertain at the college in honor of the Senior Class? and didn't they have 
the Wilson Orchestra for our pleasure? The A. C. C. boys have also known our 
importance, for they gave us a grand reception over at their home. We have 
enjoyed this year more than we can ever tell. But, now that we are drawing 
near the close of our college days at clear old A. C. C, each one has the feeling 
that our past efforts have been successful, and that we are better prepared for the 
battles of life. The goal of our ambition has been reached; we are now ready to 
graduate into the trials and joys of life, and as each of us goes his separate direc- 
tion, we hope to scatter sunshine and happiness to all the world. 

Often in the future we shall turn again the pages of memory and live over in 
our dreams the hours we have so happily spent together. 

And so, dear friends, we leave Atlantic Christian College, our dear old Alma 
Mater, which has become so clear to each of our hearts. There is not a spot, not 
even a leaf or the tiniest bud around this campus, which is not sacred to each 
member of our Class. 


Senior Class Prophecy 

After many fruitless invocations to those weird sisters who control the des- 
tinies of human beings, I decided to give up the task and let the future of the Class 
of Nineteen Hundred and Thirteen portray itself in its own good time and place. 
For how could I prophesy without help more than mortals could render? 

So one warm, bright day in the latter part of January, not having anything 
in particular to do, I made my way to the woods that lay back of the plantation. 
This woods was composed of tall pines which spread a bright, hopeful green over 
the gray skeletonlike limbs of birch, oak, and hickory and screened their hopeless 
attitude from the distant observer. The sunlight came nickering clown, softened 
to a gray twilight. Into this refuge of solitude I plunged, awaking echoes with 
every step among the thickly strewn dry leaves. Presently I reached my favorite 
seat beneath a large ancient hickory that stood on the bank of a little stream 
which trickled clown and flowed into the mill stream a few hundred feet distant. 

Seated here, listening to the softened roar of the old mill, I suddenly came 
to myself by the falling of a large bright hickory nut. Glancing up, I saw a saucy 
gray squirrel who eyed me enviously as I picked up the nut and proceeded to 
crack it upon a large root of the tree with an ancient pine knot. Suddenly, I 
jumped and stood trembling, not with fear, but with surprised delight; for on the 
root, with spreading wings, were five of the daintiest, airiest little fairies, deli- 
cately colored — blue, white, yellow, lavender, and crimson respectively. They 
few in a circle from right to left, forming a most exquisite rainbow. Then they 
disappeared and I was left to listen to the crooning melody of the mill. A moment 
later the one in white returned and poised herself gracefully before me. Opening 
a tiny book, she read : 

"After leaving A. C. C, Sallie Bridges' love of a practical life caused her to 
take a special course in millinery. Having finished this course, she found profit- 
able employment in several small towns for a number of years. Finally, when 
she had gained sufficient experience and capital, she established a business for 
herself in one of our prosperous western towns. Now, she is sole proprietor of 
one of the largest and most fashionable millinery establishments in New Orleans. 
They say her husband is a very gallant Scott." Then she folded her book and 
departed with a very knowing little nod. 

Then without any ceremony the fairy in crimson approached, carrying a tiny 
crystal which, while I looked, seemed to grow larger and more luminous. Pres- 
ently I saw a large, magnificent audience, breathlessh' listening to the rendition 
of one of Bach's selections. The pianist was none other than rny accomplished 
friend, Elsie Langley. 

The fairy turned the crystal and looking again I saw a multitude of women 
listening to a suffragist's speech. Upon closer examination I saw that the speaker 

was Elsie and that she carried a pennant on which were the words, "Woodrow 
Wilson for President of United States for the third term." It was then I real- 
ized the true worth of oratory and that woman's sphere is not confined to her own 

Before I had time to recover my thoughts, the fairy in blue had taken the 
crystal and was twirling it lightly with one hand. Then bringing it to a rest, 
I saw, on a sandy shore under a great bamboo tree, a crowd of eager brown faces 
apparently listening to the words of a neat little brown eyed girl, who seemed to 
be reading to them. Then the scene changed and I saw Eunice Andrews seated 
under a palm tree looking intently at what looked like the form of a man in the 
distance. As he came nearer, I recognized that he bore that indefinable stamp 
and carriage of a minister, besides that unmistakable air by which I would recog- 
nize my old school friend, Kenneth Bowen, anywhere. Putting two and two 
together I decided that they were missionaries on one of the islands of the Pacific 

Next came the fairy in yellow bearing a tiny note sealed and addressed to me. 
Opening it, I read: "For a long time we were undecided as to whether or not 
Susie Gray should study for a trained nurse and be associated for life with a cer- 
tain young surgeon. Finally we saw that her splendid home advantages and con- 
genial social surroundings had fitted her especially as the dainty little butterfly 
who could lead awkward and diffident young men in the art of taking graceful 
steps and making fancy figures under the influence of alluring music." 

Lastly appeared the fairy in lavender, gaily waving a bright colored cane. 
Stationing herself before me, she began by saying: "You dream of a neat and 
attractive country home, but ambition and a desire to see the outside world will 
overrule your dreams. So, after leaving A. C. C, you will go to Brooklyn and 
take a course in Domestic Science. Then instead of teaching in the State School, 
as you had intended, you will marry a jolly old widower." 


Last Will and Testament of Senior Class 

We, the Senior Class of A. C. C, realizing that our life is almost spent and 
the end approaching, believing that we are as sane as could be expected, remem- 
bering the zeros, demerits, cross eyes and scowls that have been directed towards 
us, do hereby solemnly bequeath our college possessions: 

Article I: To the Senior Class of 1914 we give our places in college, those 
privileges, duties and requirements which hitherto we have not enjoyed. The 
said privileges are not to be abused in any way and each Senior must comply 
with Mrs. Barham's ideal of a "dignified young lady."' 

Article II: To the Juniors of 1914 we bequeath the privilege and duty to 
entertain the Seniors at a banquet; the said duty must be complied with more 
eagerly and punctually than in the preceding years. 

Article III: To Mr. and Mrs. Barham we bequeath all fresh and lively girls 
with the request that they become dignified young ladies, reflecting the spirit 
and teachings of their worthy advisors. 

Article IV: To Miss Jennings we give all round shouldered, crooked, drooped, 
timid or drooping headed girls, also all possessing deformities in the way of crook- 
edness, with the demerits required as a cure for the said diseases, on condition 
that she transform them into beautiful, entertaining, attractive, and well carried 
young ladies. 

Article V: To the classes who follow, we give all "demerits" and "zeros" 
which heretofore have been our own, excepting Miss Salmon's "zeros" on class, 
which we feel honor bound and desire to keep with sacred remembrance of those 
missed lessons and the results. The said "demerits" must be used very care- 
fully and economically lest at any time the supply may run short. 

Article VI: To Miss Fannie Harper, our Math teacher, who alwaj's makes 
all plane figures solid in the pupil's memory, and all solid figures plain to their 
understanding, we bequeath all hard propositions in college, requesting that the 
solutions of the above propositions be made plain. 

Article VII: To the A. C. C. dormitory boys we give all social periods, enter- 
tainments, banquets, etc., they desire for one year, a bearer for every note, an 
opportunity for making any dates, and last, but not least, a barrier (Miss Smith) 
to Cupid's designs, providing each one of those timid creatures who are afraid to 
speak to a girl provide themselves with a young lady as companion at each social 
period. If the said condition is not met within two months of the school year 
the said property is bequeathed to the girls. 

Article VIII : To Claire Hodges we bequeath all onions that may be bought 
or sent to the college, requesting that she eat them all without murmuring or 

Article IX: To Hattie Hodges we bequeath the college cat, desiring that she 
watch her constantly, incessantly pet her, and daily teach her cunning tricks. 
If this she does not desire to do, we bequeath the said cat to Harriet Settle. 

Article X : To Agnes Spain and Horace Settle we bequeath our sincere wishes 
for a long and happy life, an earnest desire that their lives may be full of sun- 
shine with not one cloud to mar the beauty of the sunshiny day, nor one sorrow 
to burden their affectionate hearts. 

Article XI: To the breakers of any of the rules we bequeath one decigram of 
demerits, one gram of absences, one centimeter of tardies, one kilogram of "cur- 
tain lectures," and the chance of going home. 

Article XII: To Spruill Spain we bequeath one Cannon (Sudie May) to be 
loved, honored and cherished, providing that she will accept him. If the said 
condition is not met, we do hereby declare this item null and void. 

Article XIII: To W. B. Rice and Lee Sadler we bequeath all girls desirous 
of flirting, providing the boys sustain their past record, lest from lack of practice 
and nonusage they should be deprived of their present occupation at college. 

Article XIV: To Miss Smith and Mrs. Farmer we do hereby solemnly be- 
queath all crumbs that may be left on the tables, all beef bones and "left overs," 
that they may be made into hash; also all prune seed and bread crusts for pud- 
dings. If the said property is not accepted we bequeath the student body better 

Article XV: To Joel Vause we bequeath one pound of control of temper, 
one ounce of practice and one grain of will power, requesting that he use the same 
at next contest; if the said condition is not met, we fear he may receive a whip- 

Article XVI: To the would be strollers we bequeath the sidewalk lying 
fifteen links west of the Girl's Home; beginning at a certain telegraph pole forty 
links six chains to the north of the building and continuing in a "bee line" thirty 
links eight chains to a certain pole with fire alarm box; thence eastward sixty 
links five chains to corner of President's Home; thence a direct angle to the col- 
lege door, including more or less than stated. If this privilege is abused, we 
bequeath those from whom such offenses come one demerit for each abuse. 

Article XVII: To the baseball team we bequeath our sincere wishes for suc- 
cess, our loyal support as we have given in the past(?) May victory ever crown 
their earnest efforts! 

Article XVIII: In addition to those previously given we bequeath to our 
college five alumna?, the said alumnae being five virgins, graduates of 1913, and 
constituting the Senior Class. The said alumnae must meet the requirements of 
a typical old maid school teacher. 

Article XIX: To the future gentlemen callers of A. C. C, we bequeath one 
hundred questions as to his relationship to the one upon whom he is calling, one 
half dozen calls from the Lady Principal during his visit, one rope tied across 
entrance door, one misplacement of their hats and overcoats, one rapid but excited 

chat and lastly one leave of absence promptly at ten o'clock. Mr. Lucas and 
Mr. Lamb must not be considered heirs of this property. 

Article XX: To our Alma Mater we bequeath our sacred thoughts, many 
precious memories, a spirit of gratitude, a heart full of love and a sincere longing 
that it may ever be a college widely known and appreciated. 

Article XXI: To Doctor Caldwell, our beloved President, we give our grati- 
tude and love on one condition — that he accept it. Our pleasant memories, our 
future thoughts, and our sincere love we do hereby bequeath him. 

Having made the above disposition of our possession, we hereby appoint Dr. 
J. C. Caldwell and Mr. C. M. Farmer executors of this our Last Will and Testa- 

In witness whereof we have hereunto placed 
our signatures, this the twenty-eighth 
day of May, in the year of our Lord, 
one thousand, nine hundred and thirteen. 

(Signed) : Sallie Lewis Bridges 
Lillie Hewitt 
Elsie Glenn Langley 
Eunice Andrews 
Susie Gray Woodard 

Post Graduate Students 

Expression, * I I 

Music. M 2 


A.B., '12 

A.B., '12 


Atlantic Christian College Library 
Wilson, N. C 








Junior Class 

Flower: Poppy 

Motto: The love of study leads us. 

Colors: Red and black 

Yell: Seniors, Seniors! 
You move on — 
We'll be here 
When you are gone! 


Ben Oden President 

Susie Proctor Vice-President 

Marie Bailey Secretary and Treasurer 

Elsie Pugh Historian 

Hayes Farish Poet 


Bailey, Marie 
Brooks, Mamie 
Farish, Hayes 
Oden, Ben 
Privette, Alice 

Proctor, Earl 
Proctor, Susie 
Pugh, Elsie 
Wells, Katheryn 
Wells, Blanche 

Junior Class Poem 

All hail the Juniors! We are here! 
Three years we've fought without a fear 
Of being "flunked" or set aside 
By those whom we have sought as guide. 

So, now, beneath the Red and Black 
We press our way without a slack 
Of purpose or of motive pure, 
And "Junior," now, spells vict'ry sure. 

The Poppy is our flower bright ; 
Hard have we fought to do the right. 
Our motto is one glorious — 
"The love of study"— it "leads us." 

Our records we will write today; 
As college life ebbs fast away, 
Far into the azure hue 
'Bove the earth in Heaven's blue. 

Therefore, "Seniors, you move on, 
We'll be here when you are gone" 
To see that school life is sustained 
By every standard we've maintained. 


History of Junior Class 

In September, 1910, we registered seventeen of the greenest Freshies that 
ever roamed a college campus, and though the title of "greenie" was presented 
to us, and being constantly sprinkled with salt, made us feel our importance no 
less. It was not until several of the Sophomores had been hazed that we felt like 
the greatest part of our aim had been accomplished. But in May we came to the 
conclusion that hazing was not all, that there were three harder years to 
contend with. 

September, 1911, found us back again, and oh! so proud to know that we 
would no longer bear the title of "Greenie" and "Freshie." This year was spent 
in hard, earnest study, because there seemed to be something beyond our 
power which made us strive with a great determination to succeed. 

September, 1912, found us on our upward march once more. We felt now 
that the goal had almost been attained. Each one had the word "Succeed" 
written on his heart, and worked accordingly. Efforts were put forth to pro- 
duce greater results than had ever been produced by a Junior Class before. 

Each succeeding year has found the number of our class decreasing until 
there are only ten of us left to strive for the much coveted diploma. However, 
with our small number we elected class officers and set diligently to work. A 
Junior is noted for his skillfulness and capacity for assimilating knowledge. So, 
possessing these qualities, we applied ourselves diligently to work, gaining "suc- 
cess" known only to the teachers. 

The discouragements during the year were many, and though there were 
"Brooks" to cross, and "Wells" to dig, the leaders never faltered, but struggled 
to arouse enthusiasm which was lacking in the greatest majority. 

As the time grew closer discouragements increased, and the goal seemed farther 
away. But suddenly the leader came forth with such a command to march that 
no one dared to disobey. 

Every one is. proud of the record made this year, and now we stand on the 
border of the Senior Class, with great anticipations. 




Sophomore Class 

Motto: "Not at the top, but climbing" 

Flower: Violet 

Colors: Leaf green and violet purple 

Yell: Rah, Rah, Rah! 
Purple and green. 
Vive la! Vive la! 
Aren't we a team? 
Hoopla! Walla, Zipla Gee! 
The big Fourteen of A. C. C. 


Fannie Moye President 

William Rice Vice-President 

Bessie Hodges Secretary 

Spruill Spain Treasurer 

Bessie Latham Poet 

Henrietta Moye Historian 



Applewhite, Anna 
Cox, William 
Harrington, Velma 
Hodges, Bessie 
Hodges, Hattie 
Lang, Vernice 
Latham, Bessie 

Moye, Fannie 
Moye, Henrietta 
Noble, Vera 
Rawlings, Sarah 
Rice, William 
Smith, Mary- Belle 
Spain, Spruill 

History of the Sophomore Glass 

One day in the fall of 1911 a crowd of girls and boys entered Atlantic Chris- 
tian College highly elated with the prospect of life in a real college. You see, 
we had never wandered far from the side of "mamma" so we thought college was 
a place where we could have just a jolly good time. But we were soon to know 
otherwise, for nobody noticed us and the. "Sophs " looked clown on us with haughty 

The first week or two we lived in constant fear of the " Sophs, " for we had heard 
of the tricks played upon poor unassuming little "Freshies." At any time of the 
night we might be heard sobbing pitifully for "home." But after a few weeks of 
midnight calls by the "Sophs" we became accustomed to them, and one morning 
ventured out on the campus where we formed ourselves into an organization 
for our own protection. After this we grew in knowledge until we felt almost as 
important as the imposing Seniors. 

In the fall of the next year we returned, not as poor little "Freshies" now, 
but as important Soph-o-mores. We numbered only fourteen, yet we had strong- 
determination and stout hearts and our class has never been surpassed — we think. 

Our first few days were spent in laughing at the "Freshies" who walked 
about looking like stray chickens. We could not resist the temptation to tease 
and torment them, although we had suffered the same experience a year previous. 

We are allowed more privileges than we were last year for the Faculty knows 
that they can dep,end on us. The Juniors seem to know it too, for they leave 
all of the work for us to do. But we don't mind that, now, because ever since 
we came here we have been working. Never call a "Soph" a midnight feaster 
or a runaway, for those are not his professions. He is here to do all of the sub- 
stantial work while the others carouse. Anyone that knows us knows that we 
are both "useful" and "ornamental." Our band is composed of dramatists, 
musicians, artists, and pursuers of classical arts, of whom we feel justly proud. 
Watch us and you will see that we will astonish the world some day by our bril- 

The Sophomore Class of this year is the first in the history of the college to 
make a class gift to the college. No one had any idea that we harbored such a 
thought until we revealed to the Faculty that we had, out of the fullness of our 
hearts and the brilliance of our brains, formed the project of giving a set of books 
to the college, and out of our "filled" and "overflowing" pockets had carried it 
through. We have established a precedent and we hope that our successors will 
in the future carry out the splendid idea. 

We have now been in college a year and a half, and are steadily approaching 
the goal toward which we are aiming. Next year all of us hope to return and 
make a record that will go down in the annals of the college as the best class that has 
has ever left this school. 


Sophomore Class Poem 

To the Sophomore Class of '13, 

Composed of 'leven girls and three boys 

The longest and best toast is given 
To wish us the greatest of joys. 

Last year we were "freshies" and "greenies" 

And had to take all things in fun. 
But now things have changed and it's different, 

We're respected and laughed at by none. 

"We're not at the top but climbing" — 
By our motto we'll show them who's who; 

We'll show those to come and those who have gone 
The proper and right thing to do. 

The purple and green are our colors 

Of which we are proud, every one, 
And we're going to stand by them forever 

'Til the laurels and vict'ries are won. 

And if grim determination and grit 

Will bring us the fame we desire 
We'll get it, of course, we will get it 

If all have to wade through the fire. 


Apologies to D. Q. Rossetti. 


Freshman Class 

Motto: Climb the rocks though they be rugged. 

Flower: Goldcnrod Colors: Gold and black 

Yell: Glickety glack, glickety glee! 

We're the Freshmen of A. C. C. 

Glickety glack, glickety glow, 

We're sure to come out at the head of the row. 


Luther Mattox President 

Jessie Hodges Vice-President 

J . B. Eure Secretary 

Maude Russell Treasurer 

Sallie Hadley Historian 

James Davis Poet 


Cannon, Irma Manning, Fannie 

Cannon, Sudie May Mattox, Luther 

Chestnutt, Willa Midyette, Emlyn 

Davis, James Murrill, Addie Mae 

Eure, J. B. Russell, Maude 

Hackney, Sudie Smith, May 

Hadley, Sallie Starr, Annie 

Hodges, Jessie Watson, Mary Belle 

Holton, Sallie Weeks, Lena 

McDaniel, Lyrl Whitley - , Ruth 

Freshman Class Poem 

"Freshie"! "Greenie"! that's the cry 
That haunts our ears as days go by, 
Just like those ''Sophs" had never known 
What it was once to have been shown 

The stove polish and paste for shoes 
With threats that they dared not refuse. 
We know that we are Freshmen, true, 
But we're not worse "Sophs" than were you. 

We'll write our fame in lines of gold 
Upon the records of A. C. bold; 
But we've not seen so much you did 
That you our efforts should deride. 

We have a class that's passing fair — 
Our girls of gold or raven hair 
In college life take a firm stand; 
Our boys complete the happy band 

And make school life something worth while. 
We never frown but alwaj r s smile 
At every hard, stupendous task 
That we to do are ever ask'd. 

Our work so well always we've done 
That we are sure that we have won 
A place by others unattained, 
And by this standard we've remained. 

So now, good comrades, one and all, 
As we from line next May shall fall, 
Let us resolve that we will take 
The Sophomore duties, and then make 

A record that will far outshine 

Those made by others — though they're fine; 

So come and let us joj'fully sing 

As we in line for duty swing. 

X Y. 

Freshman Class History 

On September the tenth, nineteen hundred and twelve, the doors of A. C. C. 
were thrown open, and the merry laughter, ringing through the halls, proved 
that vacation was over, and all had returned to take up the studies and pleas- 
ures which they had dropped only a few months before. 

Among the many that assembled there were a few who for the first time 
were standing on the untried shores of college life. As it happened the writer 
was among the few. We were as green as the grass under our feet, but we have 
proven to the "Sophs" that we will not be "evergreens." 

Soon we took up our studies, and became acquainted with our classmates, 
and were wrapped up in the pleasures, the work, and the play, of student life. 
At times there were some difficulties in our work, yet we did, under each circum- 
stance, often realize the truth of the following lines: 

"So much to do that is not e'en begun, 

So much to hope for that we can not see, 
So much at stake to win, 

So many things to be." 

We banded ourselves together and were ready and willing to face any difficulties, 
and as we grew to know each other better we became staunch friends and loyal 

The fall term passed rapidly and pleasantly enough. Christmas came and 
went only too quickly, and now the midterm exams having been passed, and for 
the first time our minds being freed of their numerous burdens, and we begin 
to long for our well deserved vacation. 

As we are drawing near the end of the term, triumphant in the feeling that 
our past efforts have been successful, and happy in the realization that when 
our year's tasks are completed we will return to our homes, elated over our 
success, and will make ready to enter our names next term in the joyful band of 



Handsomest : 

Fred Henry 
Most Athletic : 

"Bun" Hearne 
Most religious: 

John Waters 
Most bashful : 

William Cox 
Most "Cannon-ic" : 

Spruill Spain 
Most gallant: 

Leon Shields 
Most "ferocious" preacher: 

J. J. Walker 
Most "brainy": 

K. B. Bowen 
Most fascinating: 

Mr. Sparrow 
Most popular: 

Jack Taylor 
Most petted : 

Robert Collins 
Greatest "spout": 

Lynwood Perkins 
Most "love-sick lad" : 

"Jimmie" Davis 
Greatest flirt: 

Will Rice 
"Fattest" flirt: 

Ralph Wilkerson 

"Tiny" Stuart 
Most energetic : 

Hayes Farish 

"Mutt" Wright Moore 
Shortest : 

"Jeff" Rosser Lane 
Best "all-round": 

Harry Taylor 


Most beautiful: 

Eunice Andrews 
Most enthusiastic "Fan": 

Vernice Lang 
Most athletic : 

Annie Starr 
Most practical: 

Henrietta Moye 
Most sentimental: 

Ella Hackney 
Most "settled": 

Agnes Spain 
Most susceptible: 


Most gentle: 

Marie Bailey 
Most dignified : 

Sallie Bridges 
Most bashful: 

Jessie Hodges 
Most un-politic: 

Susie GrayWoodard 
Most graceful: 

Almira Woodard 
Reddest headed: 

Bessie Latham 
Greatest flirt : 

Mildred Carr 
Greatest chatterbox: 

Annie Deans 
Best dancer: 

Blanche Wells 
Most fascinating: 

Annie May Corbett 

Lill Chapman 
Shortest : 

Mamie Brooks 
Best "all-round": 

Bess Hackney 

Third and Fourth Year Preparatory Classes 

Motto: Advancing but not drifting 

Class Flower: Sweet Pea 

Class Colors: Lavender and white 

Yell: Look out, Freshman, Ave are here! 

The Preps of the Third and Fourth Year. 


Claire Hodges President 

Hazel Armstrong Vice-President 

Harry Taylor Secretary 

Leon G. Shields Treasurer 

Hattie Mewborne Poet 

Joseph E. Smith Historian 


Andrews, Hall 
Armstrong, Hazel 
Barrington, Meta 
Bishop, Edward 
Browtst, Sybil 
Carawan, Claude 
Chapman, Jack 
Chapman, Lill 
Hackney - , Ella 
Hodges, Claire 
Johnston, Pearl 
Jones, Little 
Jones, Samuel 
Lane, Rosser 
Leggett, Chauncey 

Marlowe, W. A. 
Mattox, Oscar 
Mewborne, Hattie 
Moore, W. T. 
Quinerly', Elizabeth 
Richardson, Mary 
Shields, L. G. 
Smith, J. E. 
Tay'lor, Harry' 
Tayt-or, Jack C. 
Topping, Raleigh L. 
Vause, Joel E. 
Waters, J. M. 
Williams, Ruth 

Third and Fourth Year Preparatory 
Glass Poem 

Of all the joys which I can boast 
Are the college days and the daily toast 
Of the faithful "Preps," so loyal and true, 
Striving to wear colors of white and blue. 

The Sophs' and the Juniors' bantering taunts 
Are the terrors of our pleasure haunts, 
And the gracious Seniors, with a lenient air, 
Often smile, relieving our care. 

And teachers tired and impatient in look, 
When instead of lessons we play rook, 
Thought our finish to bring about 
And that they did without a doubt. 

And longing and sighing for Commencement day 

To begin the Freshman year we pray; 

Then with living resolve anew, 

We'll constantly work the whole year through. 

To the wonderful goal we are steadily creeping, 
Despite all the sermons Geometry is preaching; 
Through the four years we may be shifting, 
But hope to steadily advance without drifting. 


History of the Third and Fourth Year 
Preparatory Class 

Out of the innumerable number of boys and girls who usually launch out 
in the world, seeking an education, twenty-eight third and fourth year "Preps" 
landed at A. C. C. to fight, first, for existence — for you know to the new boy and 
girl college fare is a dangerous enemy, one has to be reinforced hourly to 
keep from perishing; secondly, for leadership in their classes. Many have gained 
this — in their own estimation. Not only in books do they like to lead, but in the 
field of flirtation many are leaders. Cupid has also been playing an important 
part in this class, as he usually does at this age of boys and girls. It takes time 
for some to get over a social period, and especially so if "he is lonesome." 
Thirdly, resolved to be leaders on the campus, and are doing so as long as we 
are the best runners. 

We are ably represented in the college ball team, for we are always ready 
to run. This class likes to run so well that one of our number ran his tongue 
enough to win in the oratorical contest of February 22. 

Not only are our boys represented in every phase of college life, but our 
girls are equally if not better represented. They take an active part in the athletics 
of the school and are thereby growing mentally and physically. In the class- 
room they are also leaders, for you know girls generally leave first. Our girls 
are so intellectual that we chose one for President of our class — an honor of which 
she is justly proud. This class is very proud of their work and everything per- 
taining to it except their name. 

The thing that terrifies the class most is the name "Prep." There is trouble 
if it is attached to anything, for "Prep Rhetoric" is a greater punish- 
ment than visiting Dr. Caldwell. Another trouble in being a Prep is the ques- 
tion, by a stranger, "To what class do you belong?" At the beginning of the 
Spring Semester many new pupils arrived, one of whom was approached by a 
Prep and asked to what class he belonged. The new pupil replied that he was 
a Senior. On hearing this the "Prep" sought another part of the campus. You 
know Seniors do not look like they have ever been Preps. But we were very 
glad to learn that the new pupil was a Senior "Prep" and a member of our class. 


First and Second Year Preparatory Class 

Motto: Never despair 

Colors: Green and pink 

Flower: Pink carnation 

Class Yell: Bum ba racker, bum ba racker, bum ba racker re, 
Ripper zipper, ripper zipper, ripper zipper zee! 
Who are we? 
We are the Preps of A. C. C. 


Eunice Woodard President 

W. H. Mahler Vice-President 

Thelma Hodge Secretary-Treasurer 

Milburn Bishop Poet 

A. C. Fodrey Historian 

Class Roll 

Barnes, Belle Annie 
Barnes, Wiley 
Burbage, Reatha 
Burton, Edna 
Carr, Mildred 
Clark, Bessie 
Corbett, Annie May 
Cox, Cora 
Deans, Annie 
Fields, Ila 
Godley, Lula 
Grady, Pattie 
Hackney, Lula 
Harper, Mildred 
Hodge, Thelma 
Johnson, Flossie 


Noble, Nettie 
Rawls, Belle 
Reel, Vera 
Shives, Margaret 
Woodard, Almira 
Woodard, Eunice 

Bishop, Milburn 
Carawan, Ralph 
Collins, Robert 


Cozart, Tom 
Draughon, Larry 
Fodrey, A. C. 
Horne, Fred 
Lingan, Edwin 
Lovette, John 
McMillan, George 
Marler, W. H. 
Mayo, William 
Oden, George 
Pridgen, Thomas 
Riley, Arthur 
Sadler, McGruder 
Sawy'er, William 
Sullivan, Henry 
Whorton, Leamon 
Wilkinson, Ralph 

Sub-Prep Poem 

They tell me I this poem must write, 
And though I've tried with all my might 
I just can't make a single rhyme. 
The meter is all out of time! 

It seems they want me to give balm 
And Gilead, baby "Preps" to calm; 
But who could hush the wail and cry 
Of babies, though hard one may try? 

I fear that any verse I make 
Will only tend their souls to shake 
And mortify them much, so 
That faster, faster, tears will flow. 

They call us "Preps" and "babies" too, 
Although to them no harm we do; 
And yet we think we're awful nice — 
Demerits we've had but once or twice. 

It's true that far from "Ma" are we, 
And yet contented we would be 
If only other naughty "reps" 
Would just forget that we are Preps. 

But not always has it thus been 
'Cause better days have we once seen, 
And there are still good ones to come 
'Cause we will soon be "going some." 

We here will take our stand next year 
Without a single dread or fear 
Of hitting e'er below the mark 
Others have made, no, not a spark! 

And now we tell you, one and all, 
That when we answer to the call 
We'll put you Senior "Preps" to shame, 
And make you envious of our fame. 

X. Y. 

History of the First and Second Year 
Preparatory Class 

On the twelfth of September, 1912, while the fields of the "Old North State" 
were in full bloom with abundant crops, we, a band of forty-two boys and girls, 
came to Atlantic Christian College to launch out on an educational career. We, 
not being the wisest of the wise, were not classed with the learned, but were put 
in the First and Second Year "Prep" Classes. This, however, did not retard 
our ambitions, but, on the other hand, we resolved to stand on our own merits. 

At a later date, when it became necessary for us to organize in order that our 
names might appear in this book, we met in the "Circular Room" and organized, 
"First and Second Year Preparatory Class." 

Although we have been in school but a short time, we have realized that in 
order for us to get an education, which is the most needed thing in life, it is neces- 
sary for us to depend on our own ability. Each one of us, most surely, has friends 
in school that are higher in books than we are, and they would very readily give 
us aid should we seek such, but that would not increase our knowledge as rapidly 
as we desire. We also know that we are as capable of developing ourselves as 
they were, when they were no farther advanced in books than we are. 

We realize that "the boys and girls of today will be men and women of to- 
morrow." We also know that the men that rule this country today will tomorrow 
be moldering in the grave, and we may be called to take their places. So we 
are studying early and late that we may be prepared for the occasion. 

Here is to the boys and girls that are in a higher class, that think they are 
learned, but some of we "Preps" will be in the bunch when the battle has been 
fought and won. 

Here is to the student that sits up late and learns by midnight oil, of whom 
the others make light; but later in life these "others" will see that he has won a 
great fight. 


Character Sketches of A. C. C. 
Boys and Girls 

"A proper maid as one shall see on a summer's day" — Nettie Noble. 

"Pleasure and action make the hours seem short" — McGruder Sadler. 

"She is not yet so old but she may learn" — Reatha Burbage. 

"I have resolved to grow fat and look young till forty" — Fred Horne. 

"A sunbeam on a winter's day" — Mary Richardson. 

"The innocent and gay" — Flossie Johnson. 

"Thou art the Mars of malcontents" — Chauncey Leggett. 

"The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known" — Fannie Manning. 

"Lowliness is young ambition's ladder" — Jack Chapman. 

"Constant as the Northern Star" — Lillie Snead. 

"Thy modesty is a candle to thy worth" — Maud Russell. 

"Cleanliness is next to godliness" — Jim Davis. 

"There buds the promise of celestial worth" — Lula Hackney. 

"Genteel in personage, conduct and equipage" — Tom Cozart. 

"Heaven bless thee! Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked upon" — Almira Woodard. 

"The rude sea grew civil at her song" — Anna Applewhite. 

"Virtue is bold and goodness never failing" — Jack Taylor. 

"And true she is, as she has proved herself" — Eunice Woodard. 

"I'll not budge an inch" — Ralph Wilkerson. 

"A golden nest to entrap the hearts of men" — Cora Cox. 

"Age cannot wither her nor custom stale her infinite vanity — Mildred Carr. 

"Lord, I wonder what a fool it was that first invented kissing" — Luther Mattox. 

"Is she not passing fair?" — Lyrl McDaniels. 

"A cjuiet conscience makes one serene" — Emlyn Midyette. 

"Whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well" — Oscar Mattox. 

"I think it so because I think it so" — Joel Vause. 

"One in charity with the world" — Bettie Cahoon. 

"I see the truth and I approve it too" — Wiley Davis. 

"As chaste as unsunned snow" — Vera Noble. 

"Her rapt soul sitting in her eyes" — Ila Fields. 

"A daring pilot in extremity" — Claude Carawan. 

"Hail fellow, well met" — Hall Andrews. 

"Who chooseth me must hazard all he hath" — Pearl Johnston. 

"I'll live in the crowd of jollity" — Leon Shields. 

"The heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, the hand to execute" — Edward Bishop. 

"There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple" — John Waters. 

"And keep the palace of the soul serene" — Vera Reel. 

"I profess not talking" — Edward Lingan. 

"What, my Lady Disdain, are you still living?" — Pattie Grady. 

"The very pink of perfection" — Ethel Barefoot. 

"First in truth, in work, in healthful play" — Mildred Harper. 

"And mistress of herself tho' China fall" — Lula Godley. 

"A caste of thought upon her face, studious to please" — Lill Chapman. 

"Hospitality sitting with gladness" — Ella Hackney. 

"The fair, the chaste, the inexpressible she" — Annie May Corbett. 

"A moral, sensible, well bred maid" — Bessie Clark. 

"I am nothing if not critical" — Lutie Jones. 

''In every gesture dignity and love" — Sallie Holton. 

"My heart is as true as steel" — Fred Henry. 

"The mildest manner with the bravest mind" — Henry Sullivan. 

"Looks commercing with the skies" — Sarah Rawlings. 

" 'Tis good will makes intelligence" — Sam Jones. 

"I'm in charity with the world" — Mr. Fodrey. 

"Neat not gaudy" — Ralph Carawan. 

"Infinite riches in little room" — Annie Deans. 

"I have immortal longings within me" — Geo. Oden. 

"But ne'er the rose without the thorn" — Rosalind Kincaid. 

"This is the very ecstacy of love" — Willie Sawyer. 

"The daintiest last, to the end most sweet" — Annie Starr. 

"He is never alone who is accompanied with good thoughts" — Thos. Pridgen. 

"True as the needle to the pole" — A. H. Swain. 

"Young in limbs, in judgment old" — John Lovett. 

"With the smile that was childlike and bland" — Leamon Wharton. 

"Where the stream runneth smoothest, the water is deepest" — Wilbur Congleton. 

"Plow deep while sluggards sleep" — David Oden. 

"Like some fair flower the early spring supplies" — Meta Barrington. 

"Pleasant and capable of sober thought" — W. H. Marler. 

"Good to be merry and wise" — Robert Collins. 

Les Enfants dans la Litterateur Francaise 

Motto: "Pour y Parvenir." 
Fleur: La Rose. Couleuks: Blanche et jaune. 

Monsieur Guillaume Cox Presidente 

Mademoiselle Hattie Hodges Tice-Prcsidente 

Mademoiselle Henrietta Moye Secretaire 

Mademoiselle Stjdie Hackney Tresorier 

Mademoiselle Lillian Chapman 
Monsieur Jacqltes Davis 
Monsieur Sam Jones 

Mademoiselle Fannie Moye 
Mademoiselle Vera Noble 

Mademoiselle Elsie Pugh 

Mademoiselle Susie Proctor 

Mademoiselle Elizabeth Quinerly 

Mademoiselle Marie Belle Watson 
Mademoiselle Harriett Settle 

Mademoiselle Ruth Williams 

Mademoiselle Lyrle McDaxiel 

Mademoiselle Sarah Rawlings 
Mademoiselle Mai Smith 

Der Deutsche Verein 

Wabxspruch : Es bildet ein Talent sich in der Stille, 

Sich ein charakter in dem Strom der Welt. 

— Goethe. 


Deutschland, Deutschland iiber alles, 

fiber alles in der Welt, 
Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze 

brtiderlich zusammen bait. 

Blume: Tulpe. Farben: Rot, Weiss und Scbwaz. 

Die Offiziere 

Fraulein Settle Priisident 

Fraulein Andrews Vize-Prasident 

Fraulein Chestnutt Sekretar 

Fraulein Hackney Schatzmeister 

Fraulein Settle Fraulein Andrews 

Fraulein Langley Fraulein Chestnutt 

Fraulein Brooks Fraulein Hackney 

Fraulein Lang Fraulein Johnston 

Chemistry Class 

Sallie Bridges: "Do all sulphur compounds smell like that?" 

James Davis: "SO2 dissolved in water makes it aeiduous!" 

Sallie Hadley: "I ought to smile." 

Bessie Hodges: "I did study before coming to class." 

Jessie Hodges: "I believe I can." 

Rosser Lane: "What is its valence?" 

Vernice Lang: "What did I say?" 

Fannie Manning: "Is it ?" 

Luther Mattox: I don't understand; I didn't have the first of the book." 

Wright T. Moore: "The study of chemistry is beneficial." 

Henrietta Moye (After using talcum liberally adulterated loilh nitrate of silver): "Why! 
Professor, my fingers are black!" 

Spruill Spain: "I am the only boy." 

Annie Starr: "Would you use more sulphurated hydrogen?" 

Jack Taylor: "By sparking nitrogen and hydrogen ammonia is found." 

Mary Belle Watson: "An insoluble precipitate." 

Business Department 

N. L. Perkins, President 

Ellen Rae Privette, Secretary and Treasurer 

Motto: Not by whom, but in what manner the business is done 

Colors: Silver gray and scarlet 

Yell: We are it ! we are it ! 

Do we doubt it? Not a bit! 
Aye, aye, aye! We, we, we! 
The business students of A. C. C. 


A. H. Swain Gertrude Davenport 


H. Sitterson Marie Barden 

N. L. Perkins Emlyn Midyette 

G. W. Barnes Ellen Rae Privette 

J. W. Corbett Edwin Bishop 
D. B. Oden 

Miss Mamie Roberson, Instructor in Shorthand 
Miss Meriam Stancill, Instructor in Bookkeeping 

Pictures of Midwinter Firelight 

The writer had gone out of the Banquet Hall, where mirth and joy had been overflowing 
and good cheer had pi-evailed all of a joyous evening through; where had been gathered some of 
America's noblest sons and many of her fairest, purest, truest daughters. Entering the confines 
of his own den, which was cheered by the sparkle of a brilliant grate fire, casting its reflection 
of light and shadows upon the floor and forming, it seemed, familiar faces in the glimmer and 
sparkle of its flame, the author did not mar the bewitching beauty of this scene by turning on 
a light, but pulled a big armchair before the open fire, and sat there gazing into its light, and 
soon began admiring the pictures that presented themselves dreamily in the glowing flames. 

There came before him, awakening happy memories of a summer that was past — a season 
of long drives, moonlight strolls and side porch tete a tetes, the face of Ruth Whitley, — 

Who lives not to herself alone 
But e'er delights in battles won; 
And so, as on through life she goes, 
The radiance of the service glows. 

While gazing upon this picture a log turned, causing a profusion of sparkling and crackling, 
which eclipsed the face that so lately appeared there. When the flames glowed steadily again 
there appeared the form of a handsome blonde with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes. Upon this 
the writer gazed intently, but briefly was he kept in doubt because he soon recognized the fea- 

tures of one whom he had known intimately but for a short time; yet she had often haunted his 
dreams; the beam of her smile had lightened his heart and the sparkle of her eye penetrated his 
soul. This was the face of Claire Hodges, who — 

The softness of her rich, sweet smile 
The moonbeams' mellow rays beguile; 
The music of her voice each day 
Outrings the robin's roundelay. 

Shifting his position slightly the writer lost sight of this face and as he searched for it among 
the glowing embers there appeared another image which he at once detected as the image of a 
staunch, true supporter in every line of society work and college life; one who is faithful, tried 
and true, one with ideals and opinions and enough womanhood to support them. It was the 
face of Fannie Moye : 

As constant as the stars that shine, 

Through college life she goes 
Each task to her you may assign 

In triumph she will close. 

Then the picture faded and there came into view the face of one whom he had known for 
many summers, both as country lass and as seashore girl. She was of the true artist type as she 
posed in the grate before him. The image he recognized to be that of Eunice Andrews, in whom 

The artist's touch is manifest 

In every movement of her hand. 
Esthetical of soul exprest, 

High in the realms of art she'll stand. 

This image gave way to one that was expressive of strength of character, goodness and fine 
qualities, which attracted the dreamer's attention. As he gazed upon its features he soon recog- 
nized the face of Sallie Holton, who, 

In work or play, the same each day, 
Her smile beams forth o'er all life's way. 
She is in love with all of life 
And she will win in every strife. 

Lo! the scene was changed again, and this time the face of a maiden who had long been a 
victim to Cupid's pranks occupied the grate and tarried long enough for the spectator to recog- 
nize the face of May Smith, whom: 

Cupid's sharp, penetrating dart 
Had pierced her loving heart 
And lo, she lives for only one 
Beneath the mighty sun. 

The next whose face the flames did grace was one who devotes much time to a certain 
country in trying to determine the minutest details of its history. This happened to be none 
other than the image of Sudie May Cannon: 

Of history she is most fond 
And to that study she'll respond 
That to learn, it seems she'd fain 
Give all her time to studying Spain. 

With the fading of this picture there came the merry beaming face of a bright little artist 
upon whom the writer was glad to gaze as long as the treacherous flames would remain favor- 
able to this aesthetic feast, because there glowed the face of Addie Mae Murrill, which showed as 

Ripple, tripple, merrily 

As a sparkling, babbling stream ; 

On she goes so cheerily 

Like a happy summer dream. 

Again the flames blended into another form, like the sparkle of an evening star, as the face 
of Vernice Long posed gracefully in the grate, who, though 

She cannot help but flash her eye 
Whene'er a handsome boy goes by 
Yet she is full of life and mirth; 
In her is found some truest worth. 

This picture merged itself into the form of a merry, smiling image indicative of good nature 
and a lover of fun, which proved to be the face of the popular girl known as Hattie Hodges, who 

Carefree, happy, true is she, 
Life to her will ever be 
That that's tinged a golden hue 
Whate'er the task she'll have to do. 

Then as the flames flickered in the dying embers appeared the profile of a Virginia belle 
who has caused sleepless nights to many a lovestricken lad; but meager sentimentalism does not 
disturb the flow of her philosophical thought, because this happened to be the face of Willa 
Chestnutt, who is 

A Socrates in intellect — 
Minutest things she doth detect, 
E'en to the heart of fickle man; 
If true or false this know she can. 

Following this picture came that of one of A. C. C.'s most enthusiastic students. One who 
is a friend to all with whom she comes in contact. A broad visioned girl who knows a square 
deal and can size well the dimensions of every proposition presented to her. This was the pic- 
ture of Susie Gray Woodard, who, 

Though small of stature, large of brain, 
From no hard task does she refrain; 
As true as gold, bright as the sun — 
In triumph she life's race will run. 

Amid the sparkle and glow that caused the above figure to disappear there came the face 
of the quiet, unassuming, graceful girl who is ever found bending to the tasks that are assigned 
her in every phase of college life; as she seeks to fill to the full each day. This figure proved 
to be that of Bessie Hodges , whom it is ever known — 

To her is life earnest and real, 

Its joys or sorrows she doth feel, 

And they to her a story tell 

If smiles or tears stains caused that fell. 

The embers darkened slightly and caused the above picture to fade from view, but it was 
not very long before there appeared another face in the receding glow of the dying embers. Upon 
slight scrutiny the face was recognized as that of one well known in college life and very popular 
among the boys. This face was none other than Henrietta Moye — 

Flashing, dashing, bright and gay, 
No dull care doth mar her way. 
As she works or as she plays 
Life she sees in every phase. 

A shadow appeared, the face was eclipsed, and the midnight dreamer, as the light flickered 
its shadows across the floor, gazed intently into the grate of coals. Just when the flames were 
quietest there appeared the image of an unsophisticated maiden who dreamed, it seemed, in 
the faint glow of the firelight. Upon careful examination of the face the features proved to be 
those of Lutie Jones: 

Quiet, unobtrusive she, 
You, once and always, will her see. 
And, yet, as constant and as true 
As are the stars in yonder's blue. 

The scene was changed as the fire slightly rekindled and gave a bright glow, probably to 
adjust itself to adequately represent the features of a bright little girl with winsome ways who 
has survived severe wounds inflicted by Cupid's darts and seems none the worse for having re- 
ceived them. The representation was very expressive of Velma Harrington: 

The little girl with raven curls, 
Who boys' hearts she often whirls 
By her bewitching little smile 
That would an angel's heart beguile. 

The flames grew a little brighter as they transformed the last figure into the outline which 
strangely reminded one of a bright, vivacious little girl who from the time of her entrance at 
A. C. C. a few months ago, had taken the boys' hearts by storm and held many of them besieged 
by day and by night. As the outline grew more vivid it was easily seen that it portrayed the 
face of Thelma Hodge: 

Among the boys she is a belle ; 
To her their heart-secrets they tell, 
But still it seems to no avail 
For all who seek to win her fail. 

While the writer sat reflecting upon this picture and watching it quietly fade from view, a 
series of combustions occurred in the grate which brightened the flames and prepared them to 
present the picture of the girl with auburn hah' who is the life of every crowd of which she is a 
part, one who studies as she plays and always finishes her tasks, though you think she never will. 
This picture represented no one else but Bessie Latham, to whom we say enthusiastically: 

Three cheers to her with auburn hair! 
The girl who is always on the square; 
Of wit and good nature is she — 
Of such you'll find her e'er to be. 

With the fading of this figure the combustion ceased, the flames glimmered less brilliantly 
and became a restful dreamy glow as they formed the features of one of A. C. C.'s most loyal 
students and popular girls — one who sheds a radiance of goodness along every path she moves. 
This could be no other than Marie Bailey, who is 

Of high ideal and noble birth, 

She seeks to give the world her worth; 

With quiet unassuming air 

Her joys she doth with others share. 

All too soon this picture faded. There followed a lapse without a face appearing in the heart 
of the flames and the dreamer mused on, thinking of the pictures upon which he had feasted his 
aesthetic soul. But this musing was broken as there appeared a figure as fresh and sparkling 
as the morning dew. It was a small figure with a soft, sweet, perpetual smile that was as refresh- 
ing as the evening's breeze which fans the forest trees while summer twilight shadows fall. The 
smile, the face, the brightness all, was that of Katheryn Wells 

The thoughtful, cheerful, always gay; 
The same true girl from day to day — 
A favorite of the girls and boys 
All that is good is e'er her choice. 

The fire burned lower and lower as it deepened the shadows cast out upon the floor. The 
dreamer fell to deeper musing as the old timepiece in the hall began with drowsy rhythm to sound 
the hour of twelve. The fading chimes of the clock seemed to bear him out into a veritable 
fairyland where the faces he had just seen beamed upon him and the movement of the lips gave 
sweetest music to his tired soul. Thus he dreamed and mused the time away. But which face 
do you suppose he most did see? Hayes Faeish. 

Facts and Folks Around the College 

The Curiosity Box — Luther Mattox. 

The Zorter {exhorter) — J. J. Walker. 

I am IT— K. B. Bowen. 

The Candy Kid (according to Sa.llie Horton) — John Waters. 

The Old Maids of the College — Prof. Muilberger and Willa Chestnutt. 

The College Flirts — Thelma Hodge and Mamie Brooks. 

A Friend to All at All Times — Prof. Barham. 

A Staunch Standby — Miss Salmon. 

The One Who Never Sees Yet Always Knows — Dr. Caldwell. 

A Loyal Alumni of A. C. C. — C. Manly Morton. 

One Who Needs a Nurse — Horace Settle. 

The College Belles — All the Girls. 

A Terror to Cupid's Designs — Miss Smith. 

The Victims of Cupid — Agnes Spain and Horace Settle. 

The College Nuisance — Study Bell. 

Dignity Personified — Mrs. Barham. 

One Who Attends to her Own Business — Miss Roberson. 

The Source of All Scraps and Excitement — The Literary Societies. 

The Minus Sign — Claude Carawan. 

Innocent and Fearful — Lill Chapman. 

The Faculty's By-Phrase — "Report a Demerit at Roll Call." 

A Close Observer of All Rules — Ruth Whitley. 

The Ever Faithful — Fannie Moye. 

The College Don't Cares — Vernie Lang, Hattie Hodges. 

The College Grinds — Bessie Hodges and Vera Noble. 

The Easiest Channel Through which to Obtain a Social Period — The Pine Knot Staff. 

The Terror to All — A Demerit. 

The Personification of Happiness — Mr. and Mrs. Swarthout. 

The Relief From "Starving" — A Box from Home. 

The Time to Which All Look Forward — Commencement. 

A Faithful Worker — Bruce Eure. 

The Most Prevalent Thing Around the College — "A Demerit." 

A Stumbling Block to Rule Breakers — Mr. Farmer. 

The Sensitive Box — Henrietta Moye. 

The Most Beautiful (?) Thing in School — Ralph Wilkerson. 

The Rarest Thing in College — A Square Meal. 

The Strawberry Blondes — Sallie Bridges and Bessie Latham. 

The Shortest Thing in College — "Social Periods." 

The Life Preserver — A Jar of Syrup. 

The Thing that Made the Girls Angriest — Painting the Practice Room Windows. 

That Which Hurts a Teacher Most — For a Girl and Boy to Speak. 

Something Teachers Cannot Control — The Passing of Notes. 

The Time of Greatest Home Sickness — Meditation Hour. 

The Greatest Calamity That Comes — To "Flunk on Exams." 

Music Department 

Motto: Festina Lente 

Colors: Nile green and pink 


Agnes Spain President 

Elsie Langley Vice-President 

Joel Vause Secretary and Treasurer 

Piano and Voice Students 

Applewhite, Anna 
Armstrong, Hazel 
Bailey, Marie 
Bowen, Kenneth 
Brooks, Mamie 
Burton, Edna 
Cahoon, Bettie 
Cannon, Sudie May 
Carr, Mildred 
Chapman, Lillian 
Corbett, Mattie 
Cox, Cora 
Cox, William 

Davis, Margery 
Felton, Elsiline 
Fields, Ila 
Ford, Elizabeth 
Hackney, Ella 
Hackney, Sudie 
Hadley, Sallie 
Harper, Mildred 
Hewett, Lillie 
Holton, Sallie 
Lang, Vernice 
Langley, Elsie 
Latham, Bessie 

Mattox, Oscar 
Midyette, Emlyn 
Moye, Henrietta 
Murrill, Addie May 
Outterbridge, Lucy 
Privett, Alice 
Pugh, Elsie 
Rawlings, Sarah 
Reel, Vera 
Richardson, Mary 
Sadler, Lee 
Smith, Mary Belle 
Smith, May 

Spain, Agnes 
Spain, Spruill 
Starr, Annie 
Vause, Joel 
Watson, Alice 
Weatherington, Emma 
Wells, Blanche 
Wells, Katheryn 
Whitley, Ruth 
Wilborne, Ruth 
Williams, Ruth 
Woodard, Susie Gray 


Brooks, Mamie 
Chapman, Lill 
Hodges, Hattie 
Hodges, Jessie 
Lang, Vernice 
Midyette, Emlyn 
Moye, Henrietta 
Outterbridge, Lucy 
Privett, Alice 
Pugh, Elsie 
Rawlings, Sarah 
Smith, May 
Wells, Blanche 
Wells, Katheryn 
Woodard, Susie Gray 


Bridges, Sallie 
Carr, Mildred 
Deans, Annie 
Grady, Pattie 
Hackney, Lula 
Hadley, Sallie 
Harrington, Velma 
Herring, Mary Caekow 
Hodges, Claire 
Hodges, Hattie 
Hodges, Jessie 
Jones, Lutie 
Manning, Fannie 
Moye, Fannie 
Proctor, Earl 
Proctor, Susie 
Qltinerly, Elizabeth 
Riley, Myrtie 
Wells, Blanche 
Woodard, Eunice 


Bridges, Sallie 
Brooks, Mamie 
Chapman, Lill 
Cox, William B. 
Hodges, Hattie 
Lang, Vernice 
Midyette, Emlyn 
Moye, Henrietta 
Outterbridge, Lucy 
Privett, Alice 
Pugh, Elsie 
Rawlings, Sarah 
Smith, May- 
Wells, Blanche 
Wells, Katheryn 

An Appreciation of Music 

"When griping grief the heart doth wound, 
And doleful dumps-the mind oppress, 
Then music, with her silver sound, 
With speedy help doth lend redress." 

For ages music has been the means of expressing the great passions of the 
human race. Great joy as well as sorrow find vent in music, either instrumental 
or vocal. It has been said that to rightly interpret either, one must experience 
some great joy or sorrow. 

Truly there is power in music — an almost omnipotent power. It will tyran- 
nize over the soul. Who does not know the softening power of music, especially 
of the human voice? It is like the angel-whisperings of kind words in the hour 
of trouble. Who can be angry when the voice of love speaks in song? Who 
hears the harsh voice of selfishness when music gathers up her pearly love notes 
to salute the ear with the stray song of paradise? Sing to the man behind the 
prison walls, sing to the sorrowing, sing to the sufferer, sing to the children, for 
music will inspire them all. 

In order to understand music we have, first of all, to acquaint ourselves with 
the peculiarities, individualities and mastership of the great writers. Every piece 
of music represents an idea of the composer, thought out and developed, and to 
follow out a piece intelligently one should have some knowledge of the composer 
and of the conditions under which the piece was written. 

Different temperaments find suggestions of music in different sounds. For 
instance, Beethoven was so impressed with the grandeur of the storm that he 
wrote a part of that great Pastoral Symphony which will live for ages, and because 
of Schubert's enforced separation from a very close friend we owe his beautiful 
and matchless "Serenade." 

The first account of music we have on record was at the laying of the founda- 
tion of the earth, when the "morning stars," delighted with the promise of a new 
planet, "sang together and all the suns of God shouted for joy." 

Our department of music has steadily grown in quality as well as in quantity 
in the last three seasons. The pupils are more enthusiastic and take up their 
work with greater zeal, playing with more confidence and better interpretation. 
The following programs will convey some idea of the work that has been accom- 
plished in this department. 

Mary Belle Smith and Elsie Langley. 

Music Recitals 

Postgraduate Piano Recital 

Graduation Piano Recital 

Assisted by Mr. Horace Settle, Baritone 

Second Rhapsodie Liszt 

BaritoDe Solo — Toreador's Love Song Cachois 

Polonaise (Op. 53) Chopin 

Baritone Solo — Creole Lover's Song Buck 

Concerto in "G" Minor Mendelssohn 

(Orchestral parts on second piano and organ by 
Mr. Muilberger) 


Duet— Pobnaise Meyer Helmund 

Sonata (Op. 27, No. 2) Beethoien 

Adagio sostenuto 

Presto agitato 

Baritone Solo— Dear Heart Mattei 

Concert Waltz Wieniaivski 

Kamennoi— Ostrow Rubinstein 

Quartette— First Symphony Haydn 

Misses Spain and Bowen 
Misses Woodard and Langley 

Graduation Piano Recital 


Assisted by Mr. Joseph Gurganus, Tenor 

Miss Mattie Neely, Miss Georgia Howard, Miss 

Harriet Settle, ensemble 

Perpetual Motion Weber 

Moment Musical Moskowski 

Tenor — O Vision Entrancing Thomas 

a Gnomen Reigen Znszt 

& If 1 Were a Bird Henselt 

Ballade Reinecke 

Tenor — Mona Adams 

Overture — Fingal's Cave Mendelssohn 

Graduation Song Recital 


Spring Flowers 

a "Violets Wright 

b Her Rose Coombs 

c Forget me not Classen 

My Heart at Thy Sweet Voice Saint Saens 

(from Sampson and Delilah) 

Piano Solo — Kamennoi — Ostrow Rubinstein 

Miss Agnes Spain 

Ye Merry Birds Gumbert 

a The Trout 

b Who is Sylva Schubert 

c Hark, Hark the Lark 

Recitative and Aria — O my Fernando Donizetti 

(from La Favorita) 

Graduation Piano Recital 


Assisted by Miss Lucia Privett, Violin 

Mr. Horace Settle, Baritone 

Miss Georgia Howard, Miss Elsie Gardner 

Miss Mattie Neely, ensemble 

Sonata Tragica MacDowell 

Baritone — Song of Hylrias the Cretan Elliott 

Presto (from Sonata, Op. 22) Schumann 

a Romance Van Goens 

b To a Wild Rose MacDowell 

En Route Godard 

Baritone — Bedouin Love Song Pinsu'.i 

Spinning Song Wagner-Liszt 

(from Flying Dutchman) 
Overture — William Tell Rossini 

Graduating Recital 


Assisted by Miss Blanche Wells 

Rigaudon Raff 

Presto (from Fantasie in "C") Schubert 

Tarantelle Dobl er 

Vocal Solo — Th3 Rosary (by request) Nevin 

Fantasia de Concert (Rigoletto) Verdi-Liszt 

Duo — Espana Chalbrier 

Annual Commencement Concert 

Graduation Piano Recital 


Albert E. Muilbergeh, Director 

Miss Lucia Priyett, Violinist 

Chorus — Praise the Lord Rand 

Chorus — Brightly the Morning {from Eurianthe) Weber 

Baritone — Creole Lover's Song Buck 

Mr. Horace Settle 

Violin Solo — Humereske Dvorak 

Mezzo Soprano — O My Fernando Donizetti 

(from La Favorita) 

Miss Carrie Bowen 

Chorus — The Lost Chord Sullivan 

Chorus — Anvil Chorus Verdi 

(from II Trovatore) 

Soprano Solo — Robert My Beloved Meyerbeer 

(from Robert le Diable) 

Miss Harriet Settle 

Piano Duet — Polonaise Meyer Helmund 

Misses Spain and Bow en 

Ladies' Quartet — Concert Waltz Buck 

Misses Wells and Bowen 
Misses Horner and Spain 

Chorus — The Wandering Students Lacomb 

Chorus — Soldier's Chorus (from Faust) Gounod 

Annual Commencement Concert 

Albert E. Muilberger, Director 

Miss Lucia Privett, Violin 

Miss Ada Bissett, Reader 

Misses Harriett Settle and Carrie Bowen / 
Messrs. Joseph Gurganus and Horace Settle \ 

Chorus — Gloria (12th Mass) Mozart 

Tenor — Mona Adams 

Mr. Joseph Gurganus 

Chorus— The Storm King '. Verdi 

Violin — Cavatine Bohm 

Mezzo Soprano — Sunset Buck 

Miss Carrie Bowen 
Reading — Selected 

Quartet — Bugle Song (Tennyson) Demarest 

Chorus— Bridal Chorus Cowan 

(from The Rose Maiden) 

Violin — Perpetual Motion Bohm 

Quartet— The Miller's Wooing Eaton 

Baritone — Bedouin Love Song Pinsuti 

Mr. Horace Settle 

Chorus— Awake With the Lark DeReef 

Quartet — You Stole My Love Mac Farren 

Chorus— Italia Beloved Donizetti 

(from Lucrezia Borgia) 

Assisted by the College Male Quartet 

Sonata (Op. 2) Beethoven 

Allegro con brio 

Allegro assai 

Anitra's Dance Grieg 

To a Water Lily MacDowell 

Male Quartet (Selection) 

Berceuse Chopin 

Love Dreams (Nocturne No. 2) Liszt 

Duo — Allegro (from Concerto in "C" Minor) Mozart 

In Honor Farmers Cooperative Union 

Chorus — It Came Upon the Midnight Clear Sullivan 

Baritone Solo— Bedouin Love Song Pinsuti 

Mr. Horace Settle 

Piano Solo — Cachouca Raff 

Miss Elsie Langley 

Reading — The Soul of the Violin. .Margaret Mantell Merrill 

Miss Eunice Andrews 

Mezzo Soprano Solo — Sunset Buck 

Miss Carrie Bowen 

Ladies' Quartet — The Seasons Hauley 

Misses Wells, Bowen, Horner, Spain 

Chorus— Hark! Hark! My Soul Shelley 

Solos by Miss Bowen and Miss Settle 

Chorus — The Miller's Wooing Eaton Fanning 

Solos by 
Miss Harriet Settle and Mr. Horace Settle 
Reading — The Ruggles' Dinner Party. . .K. Douglas ]Viggin 
Miss Sallie Bridges 

Piano Solo — Enroute Godard 

Miss Harriet Settle 

Ladies' Quartet — a The City Choir (Burlesque) Parks 

b When Jack Proposed Parks 

Solo — If You Become a Nun, Dear Oley Speaks 

Miss Juanita Horner 

Chorus — Italia Donizetti 

(from Opera Lucrezia Borgia) 

The Glee Glub 

Top row: Joel E. Vadse, Oscar Mattox, J. J. Walker, K. B. Bowen. 

Bottom row: Sprxjill Spain, Luther Mattox, Hall Andrews, Horace Settle, Milburn 

Ladies' Quartet 

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Art Students 

Andrews, Eunice Lee 
Bailey, Marie 

Bonner, Henry 

Bonner, May Carlyle 

Caldwell, Elizabeth 
Hackney, Bessie 

Harrington, Velma C. 

Hewett, Bhoda Lillie Moore 
Hodges, Bessie 

Jennings, Mamie D. 

Murrill, Addie May 
Proctor, Earl 

Proctor, Susie J. 

An Appreciation 

We feel it well to pause here and offer our appreciation to Mrs. Swarthout and her band of 
artists, who have labored so faithfully to furnish cartoons for this issue of The Pine Knot. We 
feel that the success in presenting this issue of the College Annual, so far as it is a success, is due 
in a large measure to the untiring efforts of this faithful band of workers. Though they have 
been buried deeply for many weeks into the depths of college annuals, catalogs, and other neces- 
sary material to make up the routine of work in drawing cartoons, yet they have never murmured 
nor complained; they have labored early and late, and sought in every way to give us indispen- 
able aid in presenting a highly representative Annual. 

Therefore, the Annual Staff, on behalf of all other classes and organizations of the college, 
do hereby express our highest appreciation and deepest gratitude to the faithful band represent- 
ing the Art Department, who, under Mrs. Swarthout's direction, have rendered us invaluable 
aid, and furnished all of the drawings for The Pine Knot. 





!!!!!!s and !!!!!!s 

Hattie Hodges : Peter knows ! 

Hattie Mewbohne : Goodness me! 

Mary Belle Smith : By gummy ! 

Bessie Hodges: Now, Hattie! 

Eunice Andrews: Say, girls! 

Henrietta Moye : How perfectly absurd ! 

Earl Procter: I thought I would die! 

Hazel Armstrong : Great Caesar ! 

Blanche Wells : Meanness! 

Susie Gray W. : Glory ! 

Lill Chapman: You good for nothing thing! 

Lillie Hewett: Mercy me! 

Elsie Langley: Gee whiz! 

Sallie Bridges: Have mercy! 

Hall Andrews: Well, say! 

Vernice L. : Hunny Bun ! 

"Tiny" Stuart: By the love of Mike! 

Jim Davis: Kiss me while I laugh at you! 

J. J. Walker: Great Gee Whilikins! 

Sam Silverthorn: Dod Ducet! 

Tom Pridgen: I declare! 

John Lovett: Ugh! 

William Mayo: Hee, Hee! 

Horace Settle: Pshaw! 

Glenn Sparrow: For crap sake! 

Jack Chapman: Don't tell Lill! 

Bruce Eure: Great Pete! 




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In Theological Realms 

Ministerial Association 

Top row: 

W. H. Marler, Joel E. Vause, Henry Sullivan, Wright T. Moore, J. J. Walker, 
Oscar Mattox, Joe B. Swain, K. B. Bowen, Prof. G. E. Swarthout 
Second Row: 

Prof. E. L. Barham Hayes Farish 

Third Row: 

A. C. Fodrey, Horace Settle, Lee Sadler, Dr. J. C. Caldwell, Richard Bagby, 
Raleigh L. Topping, John M. Waters, B. F. Oden 


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Does this old world seem mean and vile, 
And life to you not worth the while? 
Then why cling on from day to day, 
And still pursue its hard, rough way? 

There's music in the waterfalls, 
And truth in all of Nature's calls._ 
But walk beneath the moon's soft light! 
At once you learn to love the night. 

If men are vain and selfish, too, 
And evil to their fellows do, 
Why do you still among them live, 
Adherence to their deeds to give? 

Or in the east, at break of day, 
Behold the darkness steal away, 
As o'er the hills the sun doth rise 
And drive the shadows from the skies. 

If all your friends are merely false, 
And what seems gain is only loss, 
Why do you greet them with a smile 
And cling to what is not worth while? 

And when at night he goes to rest, 
Behold his beauty in the west. 
Or see the stars begin to peep, 
As o'er the earth the shadows creep; 

If these, and all around you see, 
Are nothing good but seem to be, 
'Tis, then, because you do not look 
Into the depths of Nature's book; 

Or walk beneath the forest trees, 
And feel the cool, refreshing breeze; 
Or in the fields of new-mown hay, 
And hear the robin's roundelay; 

Nor judge aright your fellow man; 
Nor do the best you really can 
To see the good, in every way, 
That men are doing day by day, 

Or watch the fields of waving grain, 
And hear the song bud's soft sweet strain; 
See how the hungry ones are fed, 
The erring to the truth are led; 

And see the beauty lurking there; 
Nor see the good most everywhere, 
Removing doubt and darkest fear, 
And shedding joy both far and near. 

And you, with me, will then agree 
That you have made unjust decree. 
You'll find this world not mean and vile, 
And life to you will be worth while. 

Hayes Farish. 

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Alethian Society 

Motto: We love the truth 

Colors: Blue and Gold 

Yell: Razzle, Dazzle, 
Sizzle, Sazzle, 
Sis, Boom, Bah! 
Alethian! Alethian! 
Rah! Rah! Rah! 

Flower: Pansy 


Hayes Faeish President 

J. E. Smith Vice-President 

Hattie Mewborne Secretary 

Lillie Hewett Treasurer 

Vera Noble Librarian 

Joel Vause Chaplain 

Mamie Brooks Pianist 

Vernice Lang Assistant Pianist 

Editors of "The Blue and Gold" 

Society Paper 

Willa Chestnutt Editor in Chief 

W. A. Marlowe Assistant Editor 

Sallie Holton Literary Editor 

James Davis Current Events Editor 

Bessie Latham Wit Editor 

Raleigh Topping Business Manager 


Applewhite, Anna 
Armstrong, Hazel 
Barefoot, Ethel 
Barnes, Addie Belle 
Barnes, Wiley 
Bishop, Edward 
Bonner, Henry 
Bonner, May- Carly~le 
Brooks, Mamie 


Cahoon, Bettie 
Carawan, Claude 
Carawan, Ralph 
Chapman, Jack 
Chestnut, Willa 
Cox, Cora 
Davis, James 
Draughn, Larry 
Eure, J. B. 
Farish, Hay'es 
Fields, Ila 
Gallop, L. W. 
Grady, Pattie 
Harper, Mildred 

Harrington, Velma 
Henry, Fred 
Hewett, Lillie 
Hodge, Thelma 
Hodges, Bessie 
Hodges, Claire 
Hodges, Hattie 
Holton, Sallie 
Horne, Fred 
Jones, Joe 
Jones, Lutie 
Jones, Sam 
Lane, Rosser 
Lang, Vernice 
Latham, Bessie 
Lingan, Floyd 


McDaniel, Syrl 
Marler, W. H. 
Marlowe, W. A. 
Mattox, Luther 
Mattox, Oscar 
Mayo, W. T. 
Mewborne, Hattie 

Moye, Fannie 
Moye, Henrietta 
Murrill, Addie May" 
Noble, Nettie 
Noble, Vera 
Outterbridge, Joe 
Perkins, Lynwood 
Privett, Alice 
Proctor, Earl 
Proctor, Susie 
Riley, Arthur 
Riley, Myrtle 
Sawyer, Willie 
Smith, J. E. 
Smith, Mary Belle 
Smith, May 
Snead, Lillie 
Tvylor, Harry 
Taylor, Jack 
Topping, Raleigh L. 
Vause, Joel E. 
Walker, Herbert 
Whitley, Ruth 
Weatherington, Emma 

Hesperian Society 

Colors: Red and white 

Motto : Facta non Verba 

Flower: Carnation 

Editors of Bugle 

Ben Oden, Editor in Chief 

Milburn Bishop, Elsie Pugh, Wit Editors 

Hall Andrews, News Editor 

Susie Gray Woodard, College Editor 

Yell: Rolly-go, rolly-go, roily go hee! 
Hoop-la, hip-la, who are we? 
Rolly-go, rolly-go, rolly-go hee! 
Hesperians, Hesperians, of A. C. C. 

Office rs 

K. B. Bowen President 

Sallie Bridges Vice-President 

Maude Russell Secretary 

Lill Chapman Treasurer 

Marie Bailey Librarian 

John M. Waters Chaplain 

Elsie Langley Pianist 


Andrews, Eunice 
Andrews, Hall 
Bailey, Marie 
Barnes, T. W. 
Barrington, Meta 
Bishop, Milburn 
Bowen, K. B. 
Bridges, Sallie 
Brinson, Emily 
Burton, Edna 
Cannon, Irma 
Cannon, Sudie May 
Carr, Mildred 
Chapman, Lill 
Collins, Robert 
congleton, w. b. 
Corbett, Annie May 
Cox, W. B. 
Critcher, R. A. 
Deans, Annie 
Felton, Elsilene 
Fodrey, A. C 
Godley, Lula 
Hackney, Bessie 
Hackney, Ella 

Hackney, Lula 
Hadley, Sallie 
Hodges, Jessie 
Johnston, Pearl 
Johnston, Flossie 
Langley, Elsie 
Leggett, Chauncey 
Leggett, Jerome 
Lovett, John 
Manning, Fannie 
Midyette, Emlyn 
Moore, L. H. 
Moore, Wright 
Oden, Ben 
Oden, David 
Outterbridge, Lucy 
Pridgen, T. W. 
Pugh, Elsie 
Quinerly, Elizabeth 
Reel, Vera 
Rice, William 
Richardson, Mary 
Rintz, W. M. 
Russell, Maude 
Settle, Harriet 
Settle, H. H. 

Shields, Leon 
Silverthorn, Sam 
Sitterson, H. 
Spain, Agnes 
Spain, Spruill 
Starr, Annie 
Stokes, Calvin 
Sullivan, Henry 
Swain, A. H., Jr. 
Swain, Joe 
Topping, Bettie 
Walker, J. J. 
Walston, Fred 
Waters, John M. 
Watson, Mary Bell 
Weeks, Lena 
Wells, Blanche 
Wells, Katheryn 
Whitehurst, Lula 
Wilkinson, Cecil 
Wilkinson, Ralph 
Williams, Ruth 
Woodard, Almira 
Woodard, Eunice 
Woodard, Susie Gray 

Philergean Society 

Motto : 
He that willeth not to work, neither let him eat 

John M. AVaters President 

J. J. Walker Vice-President 

Spruill Spain Secretary 

Raleigh L. Topping Treasurer 

Luther Mattox Critic 

Oscar Mattox Critic 


Barnes, G. W. 
Barnes, Wiley 
Bishop, Milbtjrn A. 
Cahawan, Claude W. 
Carawan, Ralph 
Chapman, Jack S. 
Horne, Fred 
Jones, Sam 
Mattox, Luther A. 
Mattox, Oscar 

Perkins, Lynwood 
Sitterson, Hezekiah 
Silverthorn, Sam 
Spain, D. S. 
Sullivan, Henry 
Swain, Bob 
Topping, Raleigh L. 
Walker, J. J. 
Waters, John M. 
Wharton, Leamon 

Wilkinson, Ralph 


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The Society Separation 

Alas! Alas! "Tis done; 'tis done; 'tis done, 
And constant strife its own reward has won; 
It was a thoughtless and a foolish act, 
When we to the Faculty did give the fact 
Of all our griefs and innumerable woes 
Of the Hesperian and Alethian blows. 

And then the Faculty — already grown sore 
About numberless social periods galore, 
Where officers under a business guise 
Secured permission to plan and devise 
With "some very special one" society cares, 
While their business was but the heart's affairs. 

Ah, then this Faculty did firmly exclaim; 
"Separation we do solemnly proclaim; 
Hesperians and Alethians, ladies will be; 
Gentlemen, Demosthenians and Philergeans, ye." 
Alas'. 'Tis done, forever and ever done, 
And truly fussing its reward has won. 

Verdie Noble 


"The Pine Knot" Staff 

1. Hayes Farish Editor in Chief 

2. Susie Gray Woodard Assistant Editor in Chief 

3. Fannie Moye ) a . , „,., 

v. society Editors 

4. Marie Bailey \ 

5. Raleigh Topping Boys' Debating Society Editor 

6. Bruce Eure Athletic Editor 

7. Lillie Hewett ) . , „ , .. 

- Art Editors 

8. Eunice Andrews ) 

9. Elsie Langley ) , , . „ ,.. 

'- Music Editors 

10. Mary Belle Smith ) 

11. Susie Proctor Expression Editor 

12. Bessie Latham ) „..,_,., 

- Wit Editors 

13. Spruill Spain ) 

14. Sallie Bridges Collegiate Editor 

15. C. Manly Morton ) J7 . „ 7 . 

> Alumni Editors 

16. H. H. Settle \ 

17. B. F. Oden Business Manager 

18. W. B. Rice Assistant Business Manager 

The Radiant Staff 


Hayes Farish 

Sallib L. Bridges 

Agnes Spain 

Elsie Glenn Langley 

Wright T. Moore 

Eunice Andrews 

Raleigh L. Topping 

Hattie Hodges 

Bessie Latham 

M. A. Bishop 

Willa Chestnutt 

Susie Gray Woodard 

Henrietta Moye Exchange Editor 

J. J. Walker Contributor 

W. B. Rice j 

J. B. Eure i 

Literary Editors 
College Editors 
Athletic Editors 
Wit Editors 
Alumni Editors 

Business Managers 

Our Editor in Chief 

The Pine Knot would be incomplete without a 
sketch of its Editor in Chief, Hayes Farish, or 
"Doc" for short. 

"Loyalty to his ideal" is, perhaps, as good a char- 
acterization as any of this six feet of humanity. His 
ideal too, mark you, is worthy, deserving the conse- 
cration of noble energy. Loyalty to his fellow stu- 
dents, whose respect he covets and very generously 
possesses; loyalty to his society, the Alethian, for 
whose excellent work he is due large credit; loyalty 
to Atlantic Christian College, which becomes his Alma 
Mater in 1914; loyalty to the Great Teacher, to the 
proclamation of whose Gospel he has devoted his all — 
this, I would say, is the symphony of his life. 

He hails from the National Capital, is somewhere 
on the sunny side of thirty, and is in hearty sympathy 
with the philosophy of Latin Vergil: 

" Varium et mutabile sein-per femina." 

E. L. B. 


The Alumni of Atlantic Christian College number in all forty-five, the like- 
nesses of fourteen of whom appear on a following page. Of these graduates, ten, 
we believe, are now married. Efforts have been made to secure photographs of 
the entire graduate body, but the greater number have not responded to our 
appeal. Perhaps some of these never received our letters. We were especially 
desirous of having a group of our married graduates as somewhat worthy of 
special mention and honor; and while we were not able to carry out this idea as 
we had hoped, we are glad that the department of our married Alumni is not 
wholly without representation. 

Mrs. C. S. Eagles, nee Mary Sue Yelverton (No. 1), of Saratoga, N. C, Graduate in Ex- 
pression, '09, has favored us with a picture of herself and baby. In addition to the picture she 
sends along the following message, "My very best wishes are always with my dear old Alma 
Mater, and I am very glad to hear and to know of the progress and development of Atlantic 
Christian College. 

"Though I have passed from within the walls 
Of our dear old A. C. C. 
My thoughts and hopes are with them all 
As they were in nineteen nine." 

The other graduates from whom we have heard appear below, the first to respond to our 
appeal being Miss Leone Edgerton (No. 16), Graduate in Voice '08. Her letter, written from 
Four Oaks, N. C, contained no mention of her present employment. In the course of her letter 
she remarks, "I am still interested in the college and especially in our society. I hope it is still 
doing great work." 

(2) The second graduate to send letter and photo was Mr. C. M. Morton (A.B., '09). He 
is one of the college's sons who has steadily gone forward since leaving her walls. He is at pres- 
ent pastor of the First Christian Church, Winston-Salem, N. C. 

(14) Miss Mary Moye (A.B., '06) sends her best wishes. She has been teaching the eighth 
grade in the Robersonville High School for the past two years, with much success. 

(8) Miss Lossie Davis (A.B., '11) has been teaching in the graded school of her own home 
town, Lucama, since leaving the college. She is recognized as one of our brightest young ladies. 

(6) Miss Clyde Farmer (A.B., '07) has taken special training in Pedagogy at the State 
Normal College at Greensboro for two years. For four years she has been a most successful 
teacher in the Wilson Graded School under Mr. Charles L. Coon. 

(17) Miss Harriet Settle (Pianoforte, '11) is at present pursuing studies in the Literary De- 
partment of her Alma Mater. She is also assistant teacher in Music under Professor Muilberger. 
A bright career in the musical world is before her. 

(5) K. B. Bowen (A.B., '12) is taking postgraduate work here during this session. He has 
this year entered the work of the Ministry. He contemplates attending Yale University next 

(9) Horace Settle (A.B., '12) since graduation has been taking postgraduate work in The- 
ology. He feels that Atlantic Christian College has been indeed a great blessing to his life. 

(7) J. J. Walker (A.B., '12), while taking postgraduate work this year, is also pastor of 
the Christian Church in Greenville, N. C. He is another of our young men who expects to 
attend a higher seat of learning in the near future. Mr. Walker is a successful preacher and 

(4) Miss Elsie Gardner (Pianoforte, '11) is at this time studying with Prof. G. W. Bryant in 
the Southern Conservatory of Music, Durham, N. C. She writes that she has already completed 
the piano work required there and upon finishing her regular college work in the Senior Depart- 
ment, will receive her diploma in Music. Our graduates are making good wherever they go. 

(11) Miss Annie E. Griffin (Expression, '11) has taken postgraduate work in her Alma Mater 
this year. She is preparing herself for the noble vocation of teaching, following in the steps of 
many other of our Alumni. We wish her every success. 

(18) Miss Sallie May Wilson (B.Lit., '09) writes as follows: "First year out of college I 
taught near Washington, N. C. The past two years I was Principal of the Quinerly School at 
Centerville, and this year I am teaching in the school in Wilson's Mills." Miss Sallie is a true 
friend of the college. She writes that she is always interested in college affairs. 

(13) Miss Agnes Spain (Pianoforte, '12) is now taking postgraduate work in Music and at 
the same time pursuing studies in the Literary Department. She is a faithful and conscientious 
student and ever loyal to the best interests of the college. 

(3) Miss Mary Edwards (Expression, '10) is now a teacher in the Fremont Graded School, 
Fremont, N. C. Since graduating from this college she has spent two years in the Emerson 
School of Oratory, Boston, Mass., graduating there with high honors. Miss Edwards' home is 
in Wilson, N. C. 

(12) Miss Verdie Noble, a graduate from our Art Department, has been teaching since her 
graduation. She has proven a very efficient teacher, having done successful work in the rural 
schools of Lenoir, Duplin, and Greene counties. As Directress of Art at James Sprunt Insti- 
tute, she introduced China Painting, aroused interest and enthusiasm in the department and 
attracted the attention of the art lovers in the adjacent town. 

(10) Miss Mabel Jones (Pianoforte, '09) writes that she has now a nice music class and is 
studying vocal music under one of Norfolk's best professors. Her services are very much in 
demand in that city, since she is called upon frequently to play in public and at church func- 
tions and home talent affairs. Miss Jones says she is interested in the Annual and everything 
that originates in A. C. C, and often dreams that she is back in college in classwork under Miss 
Salmon and some of the other teachers. 

(15) Mrs. Lupton {nee Miss Alma Basnight), a graduate from A. C. C. in the early years, 
is now presiding over her home in New Bern in a queenly manner. 

The graduates of Atlantic Christian College are a worthy lot of young men 
and women and the college delights to honor them. Many of those from whom 
we have not heard are filling positions of trust and honor in the great world of 
affairs and all of them, we believe, are standing for the highest and noblest in life, 
bearing ever with them the impress of their Christian training. 

May the blessing of God rest richly upon each one, filling all their lives with 
good works and their hearts with gladness. 

The Blue and the White 

Home of virtue, faith and knowledge, 

Love and praise we bring to thee. 

May our hearts be ever loyal 

And for aye be true to A. C. C. 

Greetings to Thee, dear old college, 

Cherished school, our heart's delight; 

Hail to the royal banner of the blue and white ! 

May the white be ever stainless 

And the blue forever bright; 

Hail to the royal banner 

Of the blue and the white ! 

'Mid the cotton fields of Carolina 
Basking in the brilliant sunshine; 
Where the breezes, blowing softly, 
Bend the long leaves of the pine; 
Let us blend in loving chorus 
Voices ringing with delight, 
Praise the banner floating o'er us, 
The blue and the white. 
May the white be ever stainless, 
And the blue forever bright; 
Praise the banner floating o'er us, 
The blue and the white. 

'Shrined in dearest mem'ries always 
Mid the toil and cares of life; 
Beacon lights to guide our footsteps 
Is our banner in the weary strife; 
And we gain from colors glorious 
Inspiration in the direst fight 
For we know we'll be victorious 
'Neath the blue and the white. 
Victory in the banner floating o'er us 
The blue and the white. 
May the white be ever stainless, 
And the blue forever bright. 
Victory in the banner floating o'er us, 
The blue and the white. 



Officers of A. C. C. Athletic Association 

Prof. CM. Farmer 
Jack C. Taylor 
Rosser Lane 
Vernice Lang 
Jno. M. Waters 

Assistant Secretary 

'Bun" Hearne 
Coach 1912 

Officers of Baseball 

Kenneth B. Bowen 
Rosser Lane 
R. B. Stuart 




H. F. Andrews 

Secretary and Treasurer 

'Tiny" Stuart 
Coach 1913 








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Girls' Basketball Team 

Annie Starr, Manager 
Fannie Manning 

Hazel Armstrong 

Mary Belle Smith 

Bessie Latham 

Annie May Corbett 

Almira Woodard 

Velma Harrington 
Thelma Hodge 

Eunice Andrews 

Athletics at A. C. C. 

The Atlantic Christian College is not an old institution, yet the interest and 
spirit manifested here in athletics is scarcely excelled. There is a growing interest 
in outdoor sports among the students, and the Faculty encourages and fosters the 
various athletic activities of the college. 

Under the immediate direction of the Faculty Committee on Athletics is the 
Athletic Association, with a splendid organization, and, while students are not 
required to become members, they are expected and encouraged to do so that 
they may receive the training and development that these exercises afford. There 
are at present three departments of the Association with provision in the consti- 
tution for others to be formed when found necessary or expedient. 

The Tennis Department consists of several boys' and girls' clubs, regularly 
organized with officers and rules and fees of their own. This most excellent form 
of moderate exercise is very popular, and during the session of 1912-'13 there 
has been little time that the game could not be played in the open air. 

Basketball teams have been organized among both boys and girls. This 
game quickly became the favorite among those of sturdier physical qualities, and 
during the fall and winter months was much in vogue. As it was the first season 
that basketball has been played here no match games with other schools were held, 
but our equipment and successful work in that line this season has inspired us 
with the purpose to enter into competition with other institutions next year. 

The Baseball Department, however, is the one in which the largest interest 
centers. Our ball team has been one of the best college teams in the State. We 
were fortunate last year in having Mr. "Bun" Hearne, of Chapel Hill, to coach the 
team. He was exceedingly popular, and showed himself not only to be proficient 
as a coach but also to be worthy of the confidence of the young men. This year 
we secured Mr. R. B. Stuart, of Greensboro, N. C, as coach, and Mr. Hearne was 
also with us for a short time. Mr. Stuart is not only an athlete and good coach 
but is a gentleman whose influence on college men is wholesome. 

Among the colleges with which we have scheduled this season are Eastern 
of Virginia; Trinity, Wake Forest, Guilford, and other leading institutions of the 
State. We cannot give here the schedule because at this writing schedule is not 

The college has recently spent a good deal of money on the athletic grounds, 
and the Association has added much to its equipment. Great progress has been 
made this year along all lines, and the prospects for the future are most encourag- 
ing. It is our purpose to introduce other college games, all looking to the establish- 
ment of an annual field day as the culmination of the year's work in athletics. 

What the Bells Bring Forth 

It's bells at half past six each morn, 
While we through slumberland are borne, 
That call us back to sordid earth 
And make us leave our downy berth. 

But still that bell will make alarm 
And call us in from what's no harm 
To, what did you say? What, Tea? 
Well, that is what it ought to be. 

Again at seven, too, they ring, 
And tell us into line to swing, 
That we may go down to breakfast- 
We call it so, but the fast does last. 

And then is heard the worst of all — 
The summons comes — "Out to Roll Call!' 
The Matron calls in stern demand; 
"Report demerits now in hand!" 

At seven-thirty comes the sound 
That sends us all up with a bound- 
Into the halls or out to play; 
But always brief is such delay, 

'Tis then we meekly give account 
And stoop to drink at that sad fount 
That only fills us with despair 
When giv'n demerits by the pah-. 

Because there sounds another bell 
The note of which 's a deadly knell; 
For then to class we each must go, 
It matters not how little we know. 

Then culture they call physical — 
Which brings us woe universal, — 
We come at seven this stunt to do- 
Enough to make an angel blue! 

And so the hours each pass away 

While each bell doles its weary lay, 

Until the hour, half past eleven, 

We turn our thoughts from earth to heaven. 

It's bells galore, we cannot name — 
'Tis bells, 'tis bells for every game; 
It's bells by which we sleep and eat; 
It's bells by which we take a seat, 

And then at twelve o'clock we fall 
Again in line at dinner's call. 
Sometimes the time is there well spent, 
But often brings disappointment. 

By which we work, by which we play 
From early morn 'till close of day. 
But girls, be sure you do not sing, 
Nor make your soul with music ring! 

From one to three the time is long 
But broken by the bell's dull song. 
At half past three, — books pushed away, 
We leave the class and go to play, 

'Cause there's a bell that surely rings- 
Only some teachers do such things. 
And so the bell it drives us on 
As to its ring we sigh and moan. 

The nuisance of the school, I tell 
You, is the ringing, ringing bell. 
Oh, give us rest from its dull sounds! 
Our very life it from us hounds! 

Hayes Farish 


Phi Pi Club 

Motto: "Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow ye may die." 
Time of Meeting: Midnight 
Place of Meeting: Room No. 8 

Bessie Hodges Chief Cook 

Sudie Hackney Assistant Cook 

Annie Starr Katheryn Wells Vernice Lang Hattie Hodges 

Dishwashers Swipers 


Bessie Hodges 
Sudie Hackney 
Annie Starr 

Vernice Lang 
Claire Hodges 
Henrietta Mote 

Ella Hackney' 
Annie Mae Corbett 
Marie Bailey 

Katheryn Wells 

Hattie Hodges 


He-la — ha-loo ! 
Ba-lick — ba— lime ! 
We're the girls 
Who eat all the time. 

Fruits and candies 
And nuts galore, 
Everything bought 
At Cousin's store. 

Fire Escape Experts 


"Get in if you can." 

N. L. Perkins, Chief Expert 

"Do as I do and we will all land 

D. B. Oden, Rope Hanger 

"Three bells and all is well." 

Robert Collins, Egg Scrambler 

"Keep your foot on the soft, soft 
pedal. Hush! don't smack so 

Bob Swain, the Big Eater 

"If I only had some prunes." 

Edmund Lingan, the Always Ready 

"If you can't run, let somebody get 
there what can." 

"Doc" Farish, Chief Advisor 

"Boys, you had better pull off your 
shoes ere you wake the little 

H. Sitterson, the Noiseless 

"You had better keep watch for 
Professor Farmer." 

"Sweety" Mayo, the Baby 

"Say, Collins, where is my bottle of 

Fred Horne, the Chicken Getter 

"Gee! but can't I reach up and get 

Sawy'er, the Powerful 

"Watch me and I will show you 

Wiley Barnes, the Swift 

"Clear the track, I'm third floor 

George Barnes, the Go Easy 

"Don't push me, my time is all my 

"Rip" Wharton, the Sleepy Head 
"Crawl in, boys, I am sleepy." 


N. L. Perkins. 
D. B. Oden . . 


Secretary and Treasurer 

Top row: Hazel Armstrong, Bessie Latham, Velma Harrington 

Bottom row: Mary Richardson, Katheryx Wells, Mamie Brooks 

"The Midnight Crew" 

Place of Meeting: Where the teachers are not 

Time of Meeting: Ever}' Saturday night, twelve o'clock 

Object: To get all we can out of five cents a week 
Colors: Silver and black Flower: Moonflower 

Motto: Sh! Listen tor the teachers. 

Yell: Hush! Hush! Hush! 
Don't say a word. 
If a teacher's around, 
We'll all be heard. 


"Pickles" Armstrong Chief Giggler 

"Brownie" Latham Chief Leader 

"Jack" Harrington Chief Story Teller 

"Babe" Richardson Chief Eater 

"Cat" Wells Chief Talker 

"Tiny" Brooks Chief Rule Breaker 

Grin even if it hurts." 


Signal for Meeting: " M-e-u- w . " 
Time of Meeting: Any old time. 
Place of Meeting: Any old place. 


Eunice Andrews . . . ■ Chief Cat 

Bess Hodges Serious Cat 

Hattie Hodges Back Fence Howler 

Veenice Lang Chief Prowler 

Claire Hodges Prissy Cat 

Marie Bailey Black Cat 

Henrietta Move Tabby Cat 

"Kat" Wells The Kitten 

Marie Vernice Eunice "Kat" Henrietta Hattie Bessie Claire 

Bailey Lang Andrews Wells Moye Hodges Hodges Hodges 

The "Busted" Six 

Hollo: Broke but happy. 
Colors: Gold and silver. 

Top row: William Cox, Leon Shields, Fred Henry 
Bottom row: Hall Andrews, Wilbur Congleton, Rosser Lane 

Andrews: "Two bits is my friend." 

Lane: "I would but I can't." 

Shields: "Sorry, but I'm all in." 
Cox: "Got a nickel?" 

Henry: "What's the use?" 

Congleton: "When the ship comes in. 

Crammers' Club 

Motto: Live to eat. 

Standing: May Smith, Ruth Whitley, Lill Chapman 
Seated at Left: Thelma Hodge, Hattie Mewborne 
Seated right, top down: Sudie May Cannon, Ihma Cannon, Hazel Armstrong, 
Elizabeth Quinerly, Mary Belle Smith. 


Cram, cram, cram, 
Ram it down, jam it down, 
We're the crammers from crammer's town! 

"Bread of Heaven, feed me till I want no more. : 

Chocolate and orange 

Lill: Chief cook. 

May': Assistant cook and bottle washer. 

Ruth: "Hush! Miss Smith is coming." 

Mary Belle: "I've got mine." 

Sudie May: "Ouch! I burnt my finger." 

Elizabeth: "Oh, girls, the bell is ringing." 

Thelma: Joker. 

Hattie: Johnnie on the Spot. 

Hazel: Chief Crammer. 

Irma: Never gets enough. 

The Travelers' Club 

Motto: Transeamus 

Engineer: Professor Swarthout 

Conductor: Professor Barham 

Brakeman: Thelma Hodge 

Flagman: Mary Richardson 

Fireman: Mamie Doss Jennings 

Postal Clerk: Elizabeth Ford 

Baggage Master: Horace Settle 

Porter: Professor A. E. Muilberger 


Prof. E. L. Barham, Tennessee 
Mrs. E. L. Barham, Tennessee 
James Barham, Texas 
Dr. J. C. Caldwell, Missouri 
Mrs. J. C. Caldwell, Kentucky 
Elizabeth Caldwell, Kentucky 
James Davis, Tennessee 
Hayes Farish, Washington, D. C 
Prof. C. M. Farmer, Virginia 
Mrs. C. M. Farmer, Virginia 
Currin Farmer, Virginia 
Elizabeth Ford, Kentucky 
Lula Godley, South Carolina 
Thelma Hodge, Georgia 

Mamie Doss Jennings, Tennessee 
Edmund Lingan, Texas 
John Lovett, Florida 
Wright Moore, Georgia 
Prof. Muilberger, Illinois 
Mary' Richardson, South Carolina 
Maud Russell, South Carolina 
William Rice, South Carolina 
K. L. Salmon, Kentucky 
Ella H. Smith, Virginia 
Prof. G. E. Swarthout, Michigan 
Mrs. G. E. Swarthout, New York 
Horace Settle, Kentucky 
Harriet Settle, Kentucky 

Sand Fiddlers Convention 

Emblem: Sand Fiddler. 
Motto: Let every sand fiddler dig his own hole. 


A. C. Fodeey Chief Fiddler 

Sallie Holton Sand Carrier 

Claude Caeawan Mud Digger 

Lillie Hewett Sa?id Tester 

Sand Fiddlers Orchestra 

First Violin, Sam Silverthorn 
Second Violin, Elsie Pugh 
Viola, Emltn Midyette 
Violoncello, Pearl Johnston 
Bass Viol, G. H. Sullivan 
Trombone, David Oden 
Hambone, Robert Collins 
Cornet, Ralph Carawan 
Hornet, Cora Cox 
Bassoon, B. F. Oden 
Kettle drum, R. L. Topping 
Bass drum, J. B. Swain 
Clarinet, Milburn Bishop 


Mr. G. E. Swarthout Mrs. G. E. Swarthout Leamon Whorton 

Reather Burbage A. H. Swain 

History of the Sand Fiddlers 

of A. C. C. 

We who live along the coast of the grand old Atlantic, realizing that, because 
of its influence, we are of finer stuff made, called a convention and perfected an 
organization. Because of our exclusiveness and splendid adaptability to circum- 
stances, we selected the fiddler crab (gerasimus) commonly called sand fiddler, as 
our emblem. 

Now the beautiful, agile, sand fiddler has many traits and customs that we 
emulate. Let the hill climbers and clod knockers of the interior note each fact 
as stated, and as far as in them lies be bettered thereby. 

Our astute emblem, on account of his genial nature, cannot avoid absorbing 
the elements of which his benign surroundings are composed, but the hard, mean 
ones he drops before they get through his skin; only the cleaned and refined ele- 
ments ever get into the real crab. 

When his skin becomes too heavily contaminated, he dons a new white one 
and discards the old with all its impurities and imperfections. 

When the young sand fiddler leaves the parental roof, he selects a quiet sunny 
place to build a home, and he calls in no one to help him build it. When com- 
pleted he uses his large, powerful claw for a door and woe to the enemy that tries 
to molest that home. When Mr. Crab wishes to go to a place, he starts immedi- 
ately, not taking time to turn around should he happen to be facing another way. 

Take notice, ye unsophisticated, there is nothing slow about we sand fiddlers. 
Take notice, outsiders, our meanness is never more than skin deep. 

Here is to the emblem of a hauteur clan; 

Here is to A. C. C. the college of our choice; 

Here is to the unfortunates, who by nature, are unable to join our band! 

If I my choice of life could take, 

It would be to live in the eastern part of the Old North State 

On the sandy shore of some beautiful rills, 

Separated forever from these sticky clay hills. 

Phi Sigma Tail 

Motto: "Cor unum, via una" 

Colors: Orange and black 
Flower: "Blackeyed Susan" 


Eunice Andrews 

Marie Baiijey 

Sudie Hackney 

Bessie Hodges 

Hattie Hodges 

Vernice Lang 

Henrietta Moye 

Susie Gray Woodard 


The May Queen 

Inter-Society Oratorical Contest 
February 21st 

Hayes Parish 

W. A. Marlowe (Winner) 

Representatives Alethian Society 

John W. Walters Joseph B. Swain 

Representatives Hesperian Society 

Intercollegiate Oratorical Peace Contest 
Raleigh, February 28th 


Winner of Second Prize 

From colleges of renown and culture came men both honorable and worthy 
to the oratorical contest held at Raleigh, Friday, February 28, 1913. To us this 
was a day well worth remembering, for then it was that one of our fellow students, 
Mr. Horace H. Settle, won for us State honors, having won second prize in the 
Intercollegiate Contest. A college in its youth, with less than a hundred men in 
all its classes, that wins such distinction with contestants of the old established 
colleges, demands our consideration as well worthy of the name. Our orator, 
who wins for himself and his college such fame, has a secure place in the hearts 
of his college friends. 

Mr. Settle hails from a State noted for its orators. His father, the late Hon. 
Evan E. Settle, represented the famous old Ashland District, which the Clays 
and the Breckinridges made so influential, and defeated the last of these, W. C. 
P. Breckinridge, for Congress. While Mr. Settle is by birth a Kentuckian he is 
a Tarheel by adoption. 

For five years he has proved himself a worthy student of this institution, 
never murmuring, never complaining, he accepts with utmost sincerity what- 
ever duty is assigned him and tries to do it fully and honorably. 

He is akin to Moses in his humility; although twice a winner of the ora- 
torical medal in college, also a debater of no mean power, he has ever been the 
same, gentle, unassuming fellow, with no traceable sparks of conceit. 

Many are the times he has stood before large audiences, the soft melody of 
his voice ringing in the ears of his listeners, his face lighting up with the gift of 
inspiration, his eyes beaming with the interest which pours from his very soul. 
In deep, soft tones his words fall upon our ears, his language, dotted here and there 
with similes, metaphors and apostrophes, as the meadow land is dotted with 
spring flowers, finds a lovely pathway to our hearts. 

He is in every way a loyal son of A. C. C, a loyal member of the Hesperian 
Society, a preacher loyal to the cause of Christ. We predict for him a brilliant 
life, with the gifts which God has so bountifully laid upon him spent for His cause. 
In future years, when victory has crowned him with success, when the laurels of 
fame are his own, when he stands before a multitude of Christian followers and a 
host of men steeped in sin, when his voice rings out from behind the sacred desk, 
and the tender, loving voice of a Saviour pleads through him, when scores of 
hearts are melted by his words, then will he reach that fullness which now is 
budding; then will it burst into full bloom. 


B. F. Oden 

John W. Walters 

J. E. Smith 

W. A. Marlowe 

To Beguile the Lonely Hours 

Sly Glimpses Into a School Girl's Diary 


Sept. 10 — School opens. Reunion of old students and a lot of homesick "freshies." Meet 
just loads of girls and a "few" boys. Am settled in my room for the time being. Have just 
been studying a long list of rules tacked up on my door facing. Have almost learned them by 

Sept. 14 — Classification and meals on time. Almost forgot that this was a co-educaticnal 
school and was gently reminded by an old student. What a life ahead of me! 

Sept. 31 — Join the Alethian Society. Learn one lesson today — "Look out for Mr. Barham." 

Oct. 4 — Town boys and girls gave a swell reception tonight to the college students. We 
all have an extremely charming time; sandwiches, pickles, etc., served and I divide mine with a 
"stranger" whom I hope to know better. Am decidedly out of humor when bell rings to say 
"Goodnight." There are many sighs and I receive a piece of poetry. 

Oct. 31 — We girls plan to give a Hallowe'en party to the boys. I get up at 4:30 a. m. and 
work hard all day decorating and buying pumpkins. Floors covered with leaves; we hang gourds 
and ripe corn on the chandeliers and stack cornstalks in every corner, while grinning pumpkins 
are placed in every conspicuous place. Study hall this afternoon, but I got excused. Tonight 
all the girls mask and disguise as witches, ghosts, goblins, gypsies, etc. Awfully weird and 
ghostly when the "gentlemen" first arrive, but jolly enough when we unmask. All have a glori- 
ous time and 11:30 comes only too quick. Many hurried "goodnights," and whispered prom- 
ises at the last moment, and we all come up to lie abed and talk till morning. 

Nov. 5 — Nothing happened of any note. 

Nov. 8 — Miss Jennings, the Expression teacher, presents "Polly of the Circus" to a delighted 
audience in the Auditorium. Get a ticket from "him" and talk to the same one afterwards. 
The talk is mostly about the play. Goodness me! She's some actress. She put Billie Burke, 
Anna Held, and the rest of them in the dark tonight. Dr. Caldwell worried me silly ringing 
bells and turning out lights and I was sorry then that I had put so much time on the play. Am 
dreadfully out of humor. 

Nov. 10 — Lucy and I hide a girl's switch between the mattress and springs. Terrible lot 
of excitement about it. Lucy offers to lend her some hair, however, and we are not suspicioned, 
for the poor girl gladly accepts. Her mother hears of it and so do the college authorities. 

Nov. 11 — Switch discovered in cleaning up; the owner must have put it there at night and 
forgotten about it. So much excitement over nothing! Take dinner at my cousin's in town, and 
eat so much typsy cake that I — Well, I sat up all night long in agony, suffering from an acute 
angle of indigestion, so the matron said. 

Nov. 13 — Was so mad this evening I was almost vicious and came upstairs with evil intent. 
Tore up all the beds in the dormitory while the rest were eating supper and taking Physical 
Culture; mixed pillows, hid bed linen and parts of mattresses, my own as well, to avoid suspicion, 
and sat down to await results. They returned. Teachers were summoned, and bountiful 
demerits promised to the "nervy" one who dared. I was furious (of course) at the condition 
of my room. Will sleep well tonight, having escaped the demerits so easily. 

Nov. 15 — Bragged too soon. Got my first demerit tonight. Miss Myrtie presents it, 
stamineringly but beautifully, after first refusing to partake of our feast which we were so 
immensely enjoying after light bell. Hereafter we have decided not to "smack" so loud. 

Nov. 16 — Popped a bag at Miss Salmon's door and the hall rang with that indignant per- 
son's voice immediately after the occurrence. Resolved to join Prayer Meeting "Association" 
provided I don't have to pray aloud. 

Nov. 17 — Got a crowd of girls in my room and turned out the light. Put up the shade, 
letting in a flood of moonlight. All sat up in bed and told "ghost" stories. I told "Moldered 
away in the cold, cold clay" and was surprised to see that not one stirred when I finished. I 
touched them and found that they were all scared stiff. Their voices were soon found, however, 
when I screamed, "Look behind you, girls!" and the experiment resulted in the appearance of 
the Lady Principal demanding an explanation. We slept three in a bed that night. 

Nov. 20 — Most of the girls go to church tonight, but three of us are right here as usual. 
We decided to have some fun when they left, so we tie Susie in a room to herself, and make sev- 
eral "pie" beds, including Miss Salmon's. (Morning edition). After light bell last night the 
matron's voice rang out "If I find out who made these 'pie' beds, they'll certainly report a 
demerit tomorrow night." I was asleep the next minute. 

Nov. 21 — Everybody gone to the Convention but "us." Seven teachers gone, had only 
two classes today A crowd of us have a "spread" this evening and I eat so much that I am 
compelled to drink two glasses of water and then — Oh my! I nearly "eombusticated" before 
help came. Had study hour this afternoon, and stereoptican views after supper in Auditorium 
by Science Professor. The President tells about his trip abroad, as the views reveal the dif- 
ferent scenes through which he traveled. No Social Period. 

Nov. 22 — Went down town with my "cousin" (?) Tried to buy buttons from Oettinger's 
and found that I was in the "Men's Department." Got back to the college safely. Nearly 
danced my head off after supper, and then sat down to masticate an excruciating German lesson. 

Nov. 23 — Test in Geometry. Got along fine. Washed my head, that is, the girls experi- 
ment on it. They nearly washed the color out. Drowned an unsuspecting person who passed 
under our window by emptying a whole bowlful of soapy water on his head and shoulders. I 
shall never forget his expression when he raised his eyes to mine. My chum spends the night 
with us and we eat pickles and crackers. I try to push the bed out from the wall but succeed 
in pushing both bedfellows off the bed. This produces an uproarious burst of laughter and results 
in the appearance of Miss Smith and a curtain lecture. 

Nov. 24 — Took dinner in town today. Some good ! Got kissed while I was eating an orange 
and was highly indignant, of course. I was sweet sixteen and had never been kissed and now 
my record's broken. Boo! Hoo! "Life is one d — thing right after another." Most of the 
girls had gone to church when I got back to the college, but those who had not assembled in 
the parlor and we told "ghost" stories again. This time I told "I am thy Father's Ghost; 
beneath Yon Massive Oak lie My Bones" — (It scared them as bad as it did the first set). I 
announced that I had to go to my room and thus left them in a "goose-bumpy," "straight-hair" 
condition. Instead of going to my room, however, I tiptoed into the next room and softly open- 
ing the folding doors I slowly and mysteriously pulled back the dark heavy curtains exposing a 
dark room (I had turned out the lights previously). What followed is difficult to write. My 
own blood curdled as I listened to the terrific screams which lasted for about a minute. By 
that time the space had been cleared and not a girl was in sight. Mrs. Barham has almost con- 
vinced us that it was purely imagination, but there are serious doubts as yet. 

Nov. 25 — Furnace out of commission! All our girls are huddled over oilstoves and around 

one fireplace which was built for picturesqueness rather than service. Wrote a note to 

and my hand froze in the process. Roommate skipped, and I had to clean up room alone in this 
frigid climate. Shall pull cover off her tonight, just for that! Felt awful lonesome this evening 
and was cheered by a chrysanthemum. 

Nov. 28 — Thanksgiving — No fire and Cold as blazes. Snow an inch deep and still deepening. 
I decide to stay in bed all morning to keep my nose from freezing off. (Holiday, of course). My 
joy knows no bounds when my roommate, returning from breakfast, lugs in a box from my home. 
A hatchet is quickly secured and contents sampled. Turkey, cakes, fruits, nuts, candies, etc., 
etc., an enormous bottle of olives, etc. A letter enclosed in which my sister mourns her loss at 
the Norfolk races. She is no "better" and I warned her before. Get up for dinner and, oh, 
such a dinner,! A. C. C. has never seen its equal before! My appetite was appalling and I was 
not sure after the third course whether I could make the distance upstairs, unaided, or not. No 
social all day long and am caught three times carrying on a conversation from the circular room 
window with "somebody" out in the snow. Had to give it up as a dangerous project. "Cata- 

line Club" organized to "get even" with teachers. Ropes are secured to tie the teachers in at 
midnight, and a bucket of water is poised ready for the professor downstairs should he appear on 
the stairs landing and everything is in readiness for the siege and bombardment. 

(Morning edition). Gee whiz! If one could have felt the atmosphere at that untimely 
hour of the night! It was ten degrees below zero and still freezing, so my nose said. Not one 
child ventured but one foot out and that was quickly taken in. Napoleon himself would not 
have crossed the Alps on such a night! However, we contented ourselves by knowing that one 
or two of the teachers, knowing that something was up, paced the cold, icy halls at that hour 
to make sure that all was well. 

Nov. 30 — New furnace in. O joy! Such a cracking of pipes and flooding of steam. 1 
had almost wasted away into ice cream, but am now thawing up wonderfully. 

Dec. 1 — Went to church of course. Heard every word the preacher said. He preached on 
"Love ye one another." It was very instructive. Miss Kathleen Salmon (aged ?) announced 
this afternoon that she would give five demerits to any one who dared call her "Kat." I was 
dared to pin Miss "Cat" Salmon on her door, and, as it hurts me to take a dare, I did it. Miss 
Kathleen Salmon hasn't said a word. What a strange old world! 

Dec. 5 — Three of us girls skip Study Hall, and when next seen we were watching the 
"movies" at the "Amuzee" Theater. Across the aisle were several college boys with whom 
we enjoyed an "old fashioned" Social Period. Serious trouble awaits us if caught. Luckily we 
were not missed, as we studied together in the Circle Room that afternoon. Walked home with 
Mr. Farish. (The nerve of some people.) 

Dec. 7 — Horrible lesson in Geometry! Simply can't get those awful originals! 

Dec. 12 — Was in the Circle Room looking out today, was on the outside looking in, 

when Miss Smith walked in. She asked him if he wanted to see her. He blushed and vanished. 
Poor little boy — shocks are so unhealthy! Big fire tonight in sight of buildings! Stables, horses 
and mules all "going up in smoke." The view was bad from my window so I slipped in another 
girl's room and watched it all during Study Hall. Wondered why I wasn't caught but learned 
later that the teacher herself had gone to the fire. I was not familiar with the movements of 
Napoleon in my Early History lesson the next morning. 

Dec. 14 — Feel unusually good today. Poured medicine down a sick (?) child, painted two 
other girls and "soaked" Velma before Miss Smith got on the trail. A few drops of water hit 
Lucy's bed, which produced some melodious music written in high, black keys — I never knew 
a glass of water could do as much harm as Miss Smith said it could tonight. 

Dec. 15 — Am the leading lady in a benefit play. Oh, my! What if mother could see me 

Dec. 17 — Awfully restless all afternoon. Nothing doing — direct opposition to my nature. 
Couldn't concentrate my mind on studies, so went to bed during Study Hall. Teacher saw me 
and my roommate said I had a severe headache. I did feel queer. 

Dec. 18 — Study Hall this afternoon and I perform tonight. Prof. Muilberger gives a Recital. 
Social period afterwards. Sleep very little. 

Dec. 19 — Demosthenians give their open session, after which we enjoy an "old fashioned 
social period." Jolly good time. 

Dec. 20 — Everybody preparing to leave for "Home, Sweet Home." Such anticipation! 
Christmas in our bones! Big celebration tonight on campus at 12:30. Skyrockets, firecrackers, 
Roman candles, babywakers, etc., take part. Big excitement in Girl's Dormitory till morning. 
"Home, Sweet Home" is sung to the top of our voices in the dead hours of the night and the 
matron gets no more rest that night. Leave tomorrow morning for home at S o'clock. Every- 
thing packed. 


Jan. 7 — Arrived late last night, to enter into my studies again this morning. Have for- 
gotten everything I ever knew and have got to get ready for Midterm Exams. Such revelry 
during the Holidays! This discipline will kill me now. Am glad I left my book here else it would 
have been run over with news that no college girl ought to know. 

Jan. 19 — Played sick and didn't go to church. Read the Bible. I think Jezebel was a bold, 
bad woman. My roommate went to sleep during Meditation Hour and I amused myself by 
covering her face and hair with Airfloat powder (perfectly harmless), pinned her to the bed with 
safety pins, and sprinkled pepper 'round her nose. Slipped in next girl's room, then journey to 
the next as my boldness increases. Enjoy the scenery from her window, which overlooks quite 
a thoroughfare on Sunday evenings. Miss Myrtie went in to see how I was (I was supposed to 
be suffering) and — well I should have been in my room and I should have also been sick. I 
explained that I went to the next room for "quinine." 

Jan. 21 — Am now writing fluently in other languages. My progress is remarkable. Pup 
e rus fuf u mum e dud, Mum a mum 'Sus pup i lul lul o wack, wack i tut hash a i rus rus o i lul 
a nun dud pup o wack dud e rus pup e pup pup e rus. My translations and pronunciations are 

Jan. 28 — Got out of all Midterm Exams and my joy was unspeakable. Have read every 
Cosmopolitan, Saturday Evening Post and Ladies' Home Journal lately published and my mind is 
now constantly associated with "The Flirt," "The Country Doctor," "Barbara" and "Jacquelein." 

Feb. 3 — Went autoing this evening. Elm City is a small place. Had a jolly good time, tho', 
even if I couldn't sit with the chaffeur, for our chaperon was perfectly lovely to me. Toasted 
marshmallows tonight until we were all sick — that is we "ached." 

Feb. 6 — Study Hall this afternoon. Music Recital tonight was just splendid. I was on 
the "outside looking in" as I didn't care to go down, for certain reasons. I was supposed to 
perform but (un) gracefully declined after a heated conversation with the Music Professor. 

Feb. 13 — Meeting of the classes for the "Annual." Was elected one of the officers of my 
class — but have no material to get up for that illustrious book. 

Feb. 14 — Valentine Day. Am in receipt of several valentines thru the mail from "Dan 
Cupid." Light snow and awfully sloppy. Boys give a swell banquet, which is simply perfect 
from the time we walk down the receiving line until we finish the last course at the long tables 
and say our "au revoirs." We are allowed to inspect their rooms, which we find immaculate 
and decidedly interesting, tho' we are cautioned not to misuse the rugs, etc., as they are only 
loaned by the Wilson Furniture Store and are to be returned in the morning. Two flashlight 
pictures are taken of the dining room, and while our President acts as toastmaster Cupid points 
out several couples that have been wounded by his arrows. 

Feb. 19 — Broke a beautiful day. Holiday unexpectedly announced in order to take pic- 
tures for the Annual. Social Period all day — awfully tiresome. 

Feb. 21 — The day of the Oratorical Contest between the "Alethians" and "Hesperians." 
Terrible feud. Inseparable friends, heretofore, do not speak to each other today. "Hesperian" 
colors, red and white, hang over the college steeple, while at a dizzier height and a little to the 
right the dear old Alethian colors, blue and gold, float gaily in the breeze. I skip classes and 
decorate the fire escape with our colors while two blue and gold flags hang out my window. This 
afternoon the Alethian boys erect an eighty foot pole on the campus and the "Alethian" flag is 
hoisted to the top amid the cheers and yells of every member. The Hesperians left 'bout that 
time. Excitement intense tonight. The orators took their places on the platform. All four 
shamed Cicero in their wonderful orations! Judges retired for decision. Venerable lawyer (one 
of the judges) mounted the platform and after stating the merits of each individual (during which 
time we all held our breath) he turned to our representative, W. A. Marlowe, and presented the 
medal. Yells were given by our Society and the winner was borne on the shoulders of "our" 
boys while the "Hesperians" completely wilted. 

Feb. 22 — Worn out, but am sorry the excitement is over. Hesperians' grave in the flower 
bed; their colors are buried beneath the sod. Played basketball all this evening. 

Feb. 25 — Propped Mary's bed up on sticks and when she got in the whole thing fell. Am 
laughing yet. The poor child thought she was being killed. 

Mar. 1 — We girls have a "tacky" party in Circle Room and all deserve the prize. Laugh 
myself sick, and then play games until late. 

Mar. 6 — We girls go to the ball park with Prof. Barham as "chaperon." The "special" 
I went to see wasn't there. Shucks! Received a "rambunktious" piece of poetry from "Mutt." 
My head is in a swim to know why he sent it. 

Mar. 7 — Miss Jennings gives an Expression Recital, but was so tired out when it was over 
that I hurried upstairs and went to bed. I think I'm homesick! 

Mar. 12 — Everybody handing in work for the "Annual." Not having the talents with 
which to contribute anything to that interesting book I content myself by writing in my Diary 
when no one is looking. I wonder if my book will ever be found, like Laura Madison's in "The 
Flirt." I shall surely raise "something" if it is. I am going to keep it until I am an old 
maid and then won't I laugh to think that I used to be so sill}-. 

Mar. 15 — Several of us girls are suffering terribly from stretched necks. The lower panes 
of the windows downstairs (those facing Boy's Dormitory in particular) have been iced (painted 
white), and in our efforts to see over them we have so dreadfully disproportioned our necks that 
some of us quite resemble giraffes. The boys, too, are bothered, and have been standing on their 
tiptoes ever since the preposterous thing was done. 

Mar. 21 — Big revival meeting at Christian Church been going on for two weeks. Study 
Hall prolonged 'til 11 o'clock that the students might attend. Several converts. 

Mar. 23 — Easter Sunday, and about all the girls gone home but "us." We took dinner in 
town and had a "huge" time. Took pictures after dinner and went to church tonight to show 
my new suit — and hear the sermon. 

April 1 — Girls' rising bell rung at 4:30 this a. m. It was hard to get up at that hour but I 
had determined to do it, and succeeding in doing it so quietly that I woke no one up. We had 
six different calls to breakfast, and we all sweetened (?) our coffee with salt when at last we ate. 
I helped mj'self to avoid suspicion, but was in no hurry to taste it. I made three sandwiches 
of soap, quinine and ginger and had not the "unusuality" of my generosity been noted I would 
have been able to dispose of them all. Baseball team doing some playing now. A. C. C. will 
soon play with Philadelphia Nationals. 

April 6 — Terrible test! I "flunked" beautifully after two hours of faithful cramming. Go 
to walk this evening on Nash Street for recreation. Hear something particularly interesting 
concerning a certain illustrious gentleman from Graubeck, N. C. 

April 26 — Playing basketball always, tennis once in a while. Heard an awful noise under 
the bed about 11:30 last night. Screamed, "A man, a man!" and Miss Smith was the first to 
arrive. The frightened mouse was discovered and Miss Smith, disappointed, went back to her 

May 1 — Preparations for Commencement. "Pageant" progressing fine. It will be some 
big thing. "As You Like It" to be presented. 

May 16 — Told ghost stories until bedtime, then stuffed a suit of clothes and put under a 
girl's bed. Terrific scream just before light bell. Halls fill with girls and teachers. Miss 
Myrtie takes inventory and finds the "man." The "suit of clothes" awaits trial next morning, 
but (having been cautioned to take good care of them) I cause them to dissappear before that 
time and they are not seen again in the Girls' Dormitory. 

May' 18 — Cramming for Exams. 

May 20, 21, 22— Final Exams. Awfully busy. 

May' 24 — A day of rest. A big package from home concerning Commencement apparel. 

May' 26 — Visitors arriving daily. Several relatives staying in town, and I pack dirt for 
Uncle Sam going backward and forward without permission. 

May 29 — Last page of my book and I haven't space to begin to tell about this wonderful 
Commencement. The sermons, Recitals and exercises and plays were just a perfect success, 
and thoroughly enjoyed by all. Am dead tired, but not so tired as the Seniors. Am packing 
things tonight and leave the dear old place for home tomorrow a. m. I long to get home but I 
shall be terribly lonesome when separated from all my dear girl friends of A. C. C. It is really 
sad and had we not planned so many house parties and visits together for the summer I'm sure 
I would sit right down and cry. Today is the last day of school and it is written on the last page 
of my Diary, which I am going to pack away in the very bottom of my trunk and keep until I'm 
an old, old lad}'. 

What's in a Name? 

It was a beautiful place — that old fashioned country home — and it was here 
that the old Godly Bishop, a Citizen of a nearby town, had gone to spend a few 
Weeks, during the month of May, to get Moore rest than the noisy city afforded. 
It was the Wright place, too, for such seclusion. The numerous Brooks, in which 
one old Farmer actually claimed to catch Salmon, the massive Chestnutt and 
Hazel nut trees which shaded many a long and picturesque Lane, and the large 
weeping Willa that stood back of the old colonial mansion, all aided in the beauty 
of the landscape. 

It had Ben many a long Day since the old house had Ben inhabited. The old 
Noble or Earl, whichever it might have Ben, having returned to the old country 
to Settle in Spain for the sake of "Auld Lang Syne." The Hall was, therefore, 
dark and rusty and the old family armor, composed of Shields and swords which 
adorned the walls, was beginning to rust, while the old village black Smith had to 
be called in to open the doors on their rusty hinges. 

In this very Hall years ago fair maidens and chivalrous men had assembled 
and many a light foot had danced the old Virginia Reel across its bare floors. 
Here the boom of the Cannon had been heard across the distant Fields and many 
an Arm strong had wielded the weapons which now hung upon the dark walls. 

But though age had stained its seal on the old mansion and had caused the 
Wells to be filled up it had not marred the beauty of the landscape. The Waters 
still rushed on gleefully under the little Bridges and past the Outer bridges and 
flowed on to nourish the Rice Fields in the background. Life was teeming in 
everything, even the Russell of the leaves in the tree cried out that Spring had 
come. And at night when the first Starr would appear through the dim Hayes 
that enveloped the land one could not help but wish that an old Harper or min- 
strel of the old Days were there to portray it in his songs. 

So it was here that the old man arrived in a Carr from the city to enjoy his 
seclusion during the Weeks that followed, determined to be young again, to Ford 
the streams himself and Leggitt where he had hitherto rode. 

Bessie Latham. 

The Social Side 

One of the most enjoyable entertainments of the year was a reception given 
to the students and Faculty by the young people of Wilson. All formality was 
discarded and a general mingling of the students and the young people of Wilson 
was the result. Their royal hospitality, their delightful entertainment and their 
sincere friendship we deeply appreciate. Delightful refreshments were served 
while music was being furnished by the Wilson Band. 

As customary we have had two entertainments given by the students this 
year, one Hallowe'en, given by the girls, the other a banquet given by the boys 
on St. Valentine's Day. On the morning before Hallowe'en a peculiar document 
signed by Hecate was presented in Chapel. It contained an order that the boys 
appear in the Reception Room Hallowe'en. The lobby was darkened, decorated 
as befitted the occasion with tall weirdlike forms. The Reception Room was full 
of m3 r sticism; placards, mystic pots and jack-o-lanterns were on every side. A 
gypsy camp was nearby where fortunes were told. As the boys entered the weird 
room they were met by ghosts who presented the peas with which to buy a lady. 
Numerous were the personages present to witness and participate in the sale, 
among them Martha Washington, Bo-peep, Buster Brown, Red Riding Hood, 
Minnehaha, nurses, knights, and witches. As the evening came near a close and 
the mysticism and weirdness died away, whom did the boys discover but their 
own classmates (the girls) impersonating the characters enumerated. 

As St. Valentine's morn dawned upon us, we peeped to see our mother earth 
wrapped in her snowy white garments, and the trees with crystal hangings. Not 
a tiny bud in sight, even the birds seemed dreaming this morning, but quickly 
we awakened from our musings to dream of the pleasant things which awaited us 
when the toil of the day was over. 'Twas a day of unusual excitement with the 
boys and numerous were the errands upon which St. Valentine sent them. Their 
rooms were made tidy for a critical inspection from the young ladies and the Fac- 
ulty. After the sightseeing, frappe was served; then followed a five course supper. 
Between the courses, toasts were made by members of the Faculty and by Dr. 
Best— the guest of honor— to the "College Boys," "The College Girls," "The 
College Twenty Years Hence," "The Baseball Boys," and others. Dr. Caldwell 
served as toastmaster. The dining room was richly decorated in pink and green. 

Twice every year does each society muster her soldiers, array herself for 
battle and go forth to conquer, but failure is the stepping stone to success, so 
each society rejoices in her success and profits by her failures; from her defeats 

does she rise, and shake her mighty locks, like the sleeping giant when he arises, 
and go forth, with renewed vigor and determination. February twenty-first was 
a day of universal enthusiasm and interest, since that was the day for the annual 
Inter-Society Contest. As the grey morning appeared in the eastern sky two flags 
floated from the highest point of the tower; the one red and white; the other, blue 
and gold. Proudly they floated in the morning breeze, proudly were they hailed 
by each society. Soon we saw another blue and gold flag ascend a pole and un- 
furl in the breeze, but, quickly we saw floating with the same pride red 
and white flags on the topmost spaces of the Boys' Dormitory; thus it continued. 
The evening came to a close, the hour of the contest arrived. Messrs. Waters 
and Swain represented the Hesperians and ably so, each one throwing his own 
soul into his production. Messrs. Farish and Marlowe represented the Alethians, 
doing much credit to their society. Mr. Marlowe received the medal. Thus 
another memorable page in the history of the societies was turned. 

A very interesting feature of our college life is our magazine, The Radiant, 
and the College Annual, The Pine Knot. Not one of the students but is fired 
with interest and enthusiasm when these publications are completed. 

Very enjoyable to all of us are the recitals given by the Music and Expression 


The last picture has been taken and the last article handed in; the odor of 
midnight oil is strong in the Editor's study and the tables are literally covered 
with manuscripts, so with trembling hand and tired brain he begins penning this 
editorial. The hand is not trembling as much from excessive fatigue as it is from 
anxiety as to the reception of this, the second issue of The Pine Knot, and the 
brain is not as tired from overwork as it is from pondering over plans and devices 
that are thought to be for the pleasure of the many friends and readers of these 

In presenting this volume to the public we can truly say that, if your criti- 
cisms are at all sharpened as you pronounce them, you would willingly temper 
them to the verge of softness did you but in part realize the sacrifice, the long 
hours of toil, the sleepless nights, and the many struggles that these pages, which 
are dedicated to your pleasure, represent. 

It is but just that special mention be made of some who have been found at 
their post of duty doing more than their share of the drudgery in this work. The 
Assistant Editor in Chief has been faithful, untiring and invaluable in her sup- 
port and her service. No task has been too hard for her to perform and no part 
of the work connected with this Board too difficult for her to attack. Without 
her gracious encouragement, her ever cheerful disposition shedding its rays of 
soft light across the dreary threshold of the Editor's study and penetrating the 
heaps of manuscript, mellowing the harsh criticism and unkind words ringing in 
his ears as midnight merged into morning hours, and lightening the burdens heaped 
upon those who were laboring, the task would have been harder, the burden heav- 
ier, and to a measure the success of the book less. 

Added to the excellent work of the Assistant Editor in Chief has been the 
inestimable value of Mrs. Mary Day Swarthout's assistance as she has led her 
class in the cartooning and designing for the Annual. Early and late she has 
labored. Unmurmuring, uncomplaining, she has studied and worked with but 
a single aim, and that to enhance the value of The Pine Knot. To say that the 
book would by no means be what it is had Mrs. Swarthout not fired it with the 
genius of art that she so richly possesses is not saying a single word too much. 
Coupled with Mrs. Swarthout's great contribution is that of her talented Art 
Class, who have carried out to the full all instructions of their efficient leader. 

We could not attempt to name those who have made valuable contributions 
to the work of this book without calling especial attention to the splendid work 
of our English teacher, Miss Salmon. Her kindly criticisms, her sagelike advice, 
her correction of manuscript and many suggestions have been the means of allevi- 
ating the burdens of the Staff and making a valuable asset to the attractiveness 
and literary trend of this book. 

While we have made mention of some in a definite way for their highly appre- 
ciated assistance, there are many others who deserve honorable mention, but lim- 
ited space demands a cessation of such mention. 

However, there is one to whom we owe a hearty expression of appreciation. 
We have seen the ingratitude to his benefactor of one benefited and abhorred 
that spirit, so we feel that it would be a breach of gratitude and appreciation not 
to mention an honorable member of the Alumni because of his connection with 
The Pine Knot. The one to whom I refer is none other than Mr. Clement 
Mandy Morton, who is the founder of The Pine Knot. The last year of Mr. 
Morton's connection with the school as a student he conceived the idea of a Col- 
lege Annual. With his broad vision that prompted the challenge of large things 
he set to work to make his vision a reality and a real contribution to Atlantic 
Christian College. The result was a glorious success and we are but building 
upon his foundation as we construct the plan of this book, and complete and 
send it forth to represent student life at Atlantic Christian College. 

Now, gentle reader, as you peruse these pages, look upon the faces of friends, 
and smile at the things at which we have smiled, we hope you will enjoy the 
book in possessing it as much as we enjoy presenting it to you. 

In presenting this volume we have sought to suppress all exaggerations as 
well as all misrepresentations and give to you a mirror in which you may get a 
view of college life as it actually exists in Atlantic Christian College. It has been 
our aim to give to our fellow students a means through these pages of presenting 
college life, friendships, and happiness, and allowing them to be bonds that tie 
us to memories that are sacred, sweet, and tender — dear as life itself. So as you 
leave these halls, fellow student, carry with you this chain of happy memories 
that its jingle may be music to your tired heart when the years roll by in the 
hereafter of your life and you come to face the real, hard facts of life in a cold, 
unsympathetic world. If the tender ties that bind us as we leave the halls of this 
college — to many of us as sweet as home itself — are but preserved and strength- 
ened throughout life, then this book will not have lost its purpose and our effort 
will not have been in vain. 


ALTHOUGH the foregoing cartoon suggests the end of the 
matter composing this book, yet the end is still to be reached, 
because The Pine Knot would be incomplete without the suc- 
ceeding valuable additions. We decided to depart from our former 
methods of the old manner of advertising this year and give a 
recommendation and write up of a number of the leading business 
and professional concerns of Wilson. It is with genuine pleasure 
and implicit confidence that we commend to our friends, readers and 
the student body the firms following this notice and remind them 
of the fact that in all our dealing with them we have always been 
elevated to a high appreciation of their integrity, efficiency in the 
lines they represent and their vital interest in the student body of 
Atlantic Christian College; her principles, her mission and her ideals, 
and when the darkness through which she had to struggle in her 
early history settled thickly over her rugged way their interest was 
manifested in liberal contributions to her support. 

Therefore, gentle reader, do not think that you have read this 
book through until you have read our commendations of our friends 
in the city of Wilson. We also wish to remind you that the Parcel 
Post System has increased the facility of mail order service and our 
friends will extend the same courtesy to you that they have to us 
at all times if you are shopping, or if you need attention in any 
capacity that those represented in these pages serve. You will find 
capable, efficient and satisfactory service here rendered. 



Jeweler and Optometrist 


Diamonds , Watches, Jewelry, Silver 
and Glassware, and kindred lines :-: 

Engraved Stationery Department 

Wedding and Reception Invitations 
Announcements, Visiting Cards, School 
Commencement Invitations, Monogram 

You are invited to call and inspect a 
complete line 

We have the agency for Harcourt & Co., one 
of the finest lines in America 

The Parcel Post or Express 

Will Deliver OUR goods to YOUR Door 

We want every Student of A. C. C. to remember this when you 
go home this summer. Tell your parents and friends about us, and 
remember that when you want 

Dependable Goods 

we have them; styles always the newest; qualities always the best. 

HEADQUARTERS for Coat Suits, Skirts, Dresses, Silk, Woolen and 
Cotton Dress Materials with Trimmings to match, Shoes, Evniing Slippers, Silk 
Hose, Gloves, etc., for ladies. 

Clothing, Hats, Underwear, Shoes, Shirts, Holeproof Hose, Silk Sox, 
Ties, etc., for men. 

Samples cheerfully submitted on request. Write us your wants. All goods 
sent subject to your approval. If unsatisfactory return to us and your money will 
be promptly refunded. 

Notice: As a college we are united in our recommendation of Oettinger's Dependable Store. 
The members of this firm have been loyal supporters of Atlantic Christian College since her 
establishment and it gives us pleasure to take this opportunity to recommend this concern to 
all friends and students of A. C. C. as second to no firm in our city as a representative of every 
true principle of business dealing. We hope all incoming students will remember the Depend- 
able Store. 

Editorial Staff. 

Clark Bros. & Pettus 


Perhaps there is no firm representing the line of business that this concern repre- 
sents that is better known throughout Eastern Carolina than is the firm of Clark 
Bros, and Pettus. The gentlemen composing this firm are: Messrs. W. T. Clark, 
J. J. Clark and T. F. Pettus, men widely known for fair dealings in every line of 
commerce they represent, close adherence to the ethics of business, and recog- 
nized as possessing high ideals of the standards of trade. These qualifications 
of its members have won for the firm a vast patronage throughout the city and 
Eastern Carolina in the following lines : 

Dealers in Live Stock: This firm has satisfied even the hardest conditions 
of this line of trade. 

Vehicles — the kind that carry you safely on your journey without break- 
downs or overworking your team. 

Harness — the kind that will not break when you most need a manifesta- 
tion of Durability. 

Bicycles — the kind easily pedaled. 

Farm Implements — the up to date, modern makes of latest improve- 

Paint — the class of goods that will stand the weather; Oils of the best 
grades; Varnishes, the kind that give satisfaction. 

Sewer Pipe of a high class type. 

Wire Fence — the kind that keeps your stock in pasture and other people's 
stock out of your crops. 

These gentlemen do a business that is as modern, up to date and satisfactory as 
it is varied. We are delighted to recommend their business to the public and urge 
larger patronage as well as to account them friends of Atlantic Christian College. 

Numbers 121-133 S. Goldsboro Street 

Hackney Wagon Co, 


Farm Wagons, Farm Carts, Log Wagons and Carts 
Spring Drays, Spring Tobacco Trucks 


Dairy, Delivery and Parcel Post Wagons 

Wilson enjoys the reputation of having the largest Wagon Factory in the 
South, turning out annually 15,000 wagons, and a trade that is growing so rapidly 
that it has been hard to increase the plant fast enough to meet the growing demand. 
A post card will bring catalogue of either Farm Wagons or the Spring line, write 
for prices and terms. HACKNEY WAGON CO., Wilson, N. C. 

One and two horse Farm Wagons made in all sizes. 

Patterson Dru£ Co. 


This is one of Wilson's model establishments. The busi- 
ness was incorporated in 1905 and has long since entered upon a 
prosperous and promising career. 

The store is one of the neatest and most attractive in the 
State, being fully abreast of the times in appointments. The 
carefully selected stock includes pure fresh drugs and chemi- 
cals, perfumes, toilet articles, druggist's sundries, stationery, 
cigars, candies, etc., while a handsome soda fountain adds to the 
popularity of the store. 

The officers of the company are E. L. Tarkenton, Presi- 
dent, and A. Patterson, Secretary and Treasurer, both of whom 
give their personal attention to the management of the business. 
They are highly educated pharmacists of long practical experi- 
ence, and enjoy the confidence of the trade and the leading phy- 
sicians of the city. 

Special attention is given to the compounding of prescrip- 
tions. Messrs. Tarkenton and Patterson are proud of their 
reputation as dependable druggists. They are unceasingly 
striving to perfect their every department by adopting par- 
ticular methods, and are being rewarded by an ever increas- 
ing host of customers, who find the facilities of the store most 


Corner of Nash and Tarboro Streets 

Hackney Buggies and Carriages 






It is constructed of the best material by the best me- 
chanics, and is built from the beginning in our own fac- 
tory. Not an assembled buggy. 

It is an easy riding buggy — the Sheldon Oval Top springs 
make it so, and these springs will not break. No extra 
charge for them, either. 

It is an easy pulling buggy — we use the TON DON axle, 
the best axle on earth, and no extra charge for it. 
It is the best painted buggy on the market. Five weeks 
required to paint it, and only the highest quality of paint 
used. If you haven't a mirror at home substitute our 
buggy body. 

It is the cheapest buggy on the market, quality considered. 
It outlasts the average buggy two to one, and where you 
have to pay us five to ten dollars more than you are 
charged for the average buggy we are giving you forty to 
fifty dollars more in value. 

It is a guaranteed buggy, and our guarantee is worth 
something. We have been building buggies over fifty 
years, and if anything wrong occurs with your buggy 
you know where to find us. 

Write for catalogue and prices. 

Manufactured by HACKNEY BROS., Wilson, N. C. 

Wilson Hardware Go. 


George D. Green Hardware Co. 

It is with pleasure that we recommend this up to date, progressive firm of the 
city of Wilson to the public. The courteous gentlemen, Messrs. S. W. Richard- 
son, President, J. B. Gray, Jr., Vice-President, and J. B. Barnes, Secretary and 
Treasurer, are recognized as men of true integrity, sterling business qualities, and 
broad visioned citizens of Wilson among their business associates. 

The following is the highly representative lines of goods in which they deal 
on a large scale : 

Wholesale and Retail Stoves, Ranges, Sporting Goods 

Agricultural Implements, Paints, Oils 

and Building Material 

Also Agents for Majestic Ranges 

This firm is located in one of the most prominent places of the busiest busi- 
ness block on Nash Street. It is an old established concern and the business 
establishments of Wilson would be incomplete without the presence of this highly 
reputable and thoroughly equipped firm. 

As the members of the Wilson Hardware Company have ever stood by At- 
lantic Christian College as loyal friends to a worthy cause so the college Faculty 
and student body desire to express their delight in commending this business con- 
cern to incoming students and all other friends to the college. 

The Wilson Sanatorium had its beginning as a private institution in 1895 
in the old home of Dr. Ruffin on Nash Street, adjoining the New Briggs Hotel. 
It was organized by Doctors C. E. Moore and Albert Anderson and operated 
under the firm Moore and Anderson. The following year the old building was 
moved off the site and a larger and more appropriate building was erected on 
the same site. In 1902 Dr. E. T. Dickinson purchased one-third interest in the 
institution, and it was then operated as a private hospital by the firm of Moore, 
Anderson and Dickinson until 1907, when Doctors Moore and Dickinson pur- 
chased Dr. Anderson's interest. It was then operated as a private institution 
by the firm of Moore and Dickinson until February, 1913, when Dr. A. F. Wil- 
liams purchased the interest of Dr. Moore. The establishment since then and at 
present is operated by the firm of Drs. Dickinson and Williams as a private insti- 
tution, but allowing any physician in good standing to treat his medical patients 

The institution has enjoyed a good reputation and patronage, which have 
steadily increased throughout its history. At the present time it is being modern- 
ized by numerous changes in the interior, such as placing electric elevators, lab- 
oratory apparatus, etc. The equipment is capable of accommodating twenty-five 
to thirty patients. It is located in the most attractive part of the city, adjoining 
the largest and most modern hotel. 

Drs. Dickinson and Williams are the College Physicians and strong friends 
of the Atlantic Christian College. 

Atlantic Christian College 

"The Leading College of Eastern Carolina" 

A College Faculty of Six Professors, Three Teachers in the Preparatory, and 
Six Instructors in Special Departments 

Modern Plant; Steam Heat; Electric Lights; Artesian Well and 
Filtered Water Supply; Good Health Record; Beautiful 
Campus; Christian Environments. 


Offers standard courses to meet Southern entrance requirements. Certificates admit to 
leading colleges and universities of the South. 


Offers usual academic courses. Insists on maintaining the college rank. Confers degrees. 


Offers special preparation for the ministry. 


Bookkeeping, Shorthand, Penmanship, Typewriting taught by experts. 


Under charge of Principal and Faculty ladies. As great care given as in most exclusive 
schools for girls. Exceptional advantages in MUSIC, ART, and EXPRESSION. 


Under charge of Principal. Only young men of character and purpose retained. All mod- 
ern conveniences for health and comfort. 


Catalogue and special information furnished 
upon application. 



Photographs, Portraits in Oil, Water Color, Sepia, Pastel 

and Crayon, Artistic Picture Frames, Kodaks 

and Supplies, as well as Commercial 

and Amateur Finishing 



Leading Photographer's Art Studio 


North Tarboro Street 

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Mr. Foust, who hails from the Hoosier State — Indiana — began a study of 
the art of Photography at the age of nineteen. He has traveled and worked 
among many of the leading Professional Studios of America as well as having 
personally conducted some up to date and artistic galleries of the country. He 
is a member of the Tri-State Association of Photographic Artists of Virginia and 
the Carolinas, which fact is a high recommendation within itself. 

During the six years he has been established at Wilson he has taken the 
place of Wilson's leading Photographer in that he has displayed some of the most 
artistic workmanship, of which this city has reaped the benefit. 

Mr. Foust has been the photographer for Atlantic Christian College for six 
years and in view of that fact we feel capable of speaking in behalf of his ability 
and commending him to the public as an artist from the standpoint of natural 
ability, thorough training, and broad experience. His work will give satisfaction 
in a high degree. We heartily invite the attention of our readers to the photo- 
graphic work displayed in this book, and then allow them to decide whether we 
are just in commending Mr. Foust — 

Wilson's Leading Photographer to the Public 


Attorney and Counsellor at Law 

C. E. MOORE, M.D. 

K. C. MOORE, M.D. 


The Moore-Herring Hospital 


For Treatment of Surgical and N on-Contagious 
Medical Diseases 

Training School for Nurses Attached 


Cor. Spring and Green Sts. 



Successors to C. B. RUFFIN 

This place we recommend for Confectioneries, High Class Baking, Richly Fla- 
vored Ice Cream and Up to date Cafe where very palatable meals are served and 
every attention shown the many customers of this firm. 

Messrs. Roberts and Bass attend personally to the management of this firm 
which results in every detail of a well organized and old established business 
being looked after and the wants of every individual customer being attended to 
on all occasions. 

It takes a firm grasp of business affairs, a steady integrity, a successful grap- 
ple with principles of trade and true commercial ideal to step into an old estab- 
lished business, take up the oars and steer the business on to success. This, 
Messrs. Roberts and Bass have clone and have not only retained all old customers 
of the firm but have gained a large number of new patrons and have become 
recognised as those who stand high in the commercial circles of Wilson. 

When in the city of Wilson and desiring refreshments, a palatable dinner, 
or a delicious lunch stop at Roberts & Bass' Cafe, or if you are entertaining allow 
them to furnish you with cakes and ice cream. 


It is with pleasure that we present to our friends and readers the wideawake and 
up to date, progressive business firm known as the 

Wilson Printing Company 

This concern is located in a very prominent place on Nash Street near Tar- 
boro Street, and is a business place that is always busy turning out large contracts 
of high grade Printing. The principal members of this firm: Messrs. Ed. Stallings, 
Sr. and Ed. Stallings, Jr., are men of high business integrity and well known for 
square dealing in business relations with the many representative business men 
with whom they come in contact. Mr. Ed. Stallings, Sr., has had twenty-six 
years of valuable experience as a printer and has afforded his son every advantage 
that such experience could extend while bringing him up in the trade in which he 
is a master. So Mr. Stallings, Jr., having had the excellent opportunity of prac- 
tical training, is a workman of which the trade he represents need not be ashamed. 

The ability and experience of these gentlemen warrant without question our 
recommendation of their work on Booklets, Stationery of every grade, Programs 
in every style, Bill Heads, Window Cards of real attraction, Cards, Duplicating 
Bill Books, Newspaper Work of every kind and General Job Printing. Your 
mail orders will receive careful and prompt attention as well as high class work- 
manship displayed at moderate prices. Satisfaction, Reasonable Prices, Punctu- 
ality compose the motto of this highly representative business establishment. 

The W. W. Simms Co, 

Wilson, N. G. 



Sash, Doors, Blinds and whatever is 
needed in the construction of your home 




This is one of the best known stores in Wilson and has been established for more than five 
years. Mr. Morris Barker has had success from the very beginning and his business continues 
to increase every year. His business is larger today than ever before. The reason is that he 
treats his customers right, and sells them the right kind of goods at the very lowest prices obtain- 
able in the city. His line of General Merchandise includes all kinds of Notions, Household 
Articles, Hardware, Cutlery, Woodenware, Tinware, Crockery, Glassware, Hosiery, Ladies' 
and Gents' Furnishing Goods, Jewelry, Laces, and an endless line of five and ten cent goods. 

PHONE 256 PHONE 250 


Offices in Carolina Office Building 

Hinnant Cycle Company 


Bicycles and Sundries 




and other makes 

Sales Agents for 

Ford and Buick Automobiles 

116-118 Goldsboro Street 
Telephone No. 398 

It gives us pleasure to commend the above firm and its honorable business 
methods of high efficiency to the public. In all our dealings with these gentle- 
men we have been constantly impressed with their progressive business sagacity, 
clearly portrayed in the line of Bicycles, Motorcycles, and Automobiles they handle. 
In the arrangement of their line of goods they sought the automobile that would 
best meet the needs of the territory they cover and after careful consideration 
decided that they had found the machines covering that need, so at once took up 
the agency for the Popular Ford and Efficient Buick cars. The above line of 
Motorcycles and Bicycles are exclusive in the lines they represent in regard to 
Stability and Efficiency. 

We desire to call the attention of all college students to the fact that this 
progressive firm has not only a sales department for the above named Motor In- 
struments but there is an up to date Repair Shop connected with this business estab- 
lishment in which are employed first class workmen and absolute satisfaction is 
guaranteed in all repair work. Remember, too, that the members of the Hinnant 
Cycle Company are loyal supporters of Atlantic Christian College and friends 
to the Student Body. 

Centre Brick Warehouse 


The Centre Brick Warehouse for the Sale 
of Leaf Tobacco 

The Home of the Farmers of Eastern 

Cozart, Eagles & Carr 

Owners and Proprietors 


Undertakers and Funeral Directors, Furniture and General House Furnishing Goods 

This firm is a credit to Wilson from the standpoint of the courteous men who compose it, 
the creditable line of goods in stock and the excellent location of its buildings. For any of the 
above lines of goods we can heartily endorse dealing with this firm. Exceptionally satisfactory 
work is done in the picture framing department. A complete line of all grades of furniture is 
constantly on exhibition. The pocketbook of every one is suited to this firm and regardless 
of the amount of money spent by a customer the gentlemen of this concern will be found to ex- 
tend the same courteous attention to all alike. 


Plumbing, Steam and Gas Fitting 


Electrical Contractors 

Wilson Furniture Co. 

J. J. AMERSON, Manager 

Is one of the highly prosperous and successful Retail Establishments of Wilson. 
The members of the firm are men who stand high in the business and social circles 
of the city. This firm occupies a spacious two story building on the corner of 
Nash and Tarboro Streets, in the heart of the business section of the city. There 
is on constant display by this highly representative firm a complete line of 
all grades of Furniture and they are ready to furnish your home complete, on 
any scale of price, from the kitchen to the parlor, whether it be the cottage or 
the mansion. Mattings, Rugs and Carpets furnished by this establishment make 
the home more "homelike." The highly reputed integrity, business principles 
and a close adherence to the ethics of commerce by the amiable members of this 
firm have won for them the patronage of a large circle of customers and the com- 
plete satisfaction rendered is constantly enlarging the list of customers of this 
concern. It is with delight, too, that we mention their loyalty to the college and 
college students. 



Offices in New Wells Building 


Phone 353 M T COUSINS 


Cool Drinks, Confectioneries, Stationery, School Books 
Heavy and Fancy Groceries 




The Drug Store that wins your confidence 
The Drug Store worth your consideration 
The Drug Store where three Registered 
Druggists and three Soda Dispensers 
serve you 



Occupying two large stores on South Tarboro Street is a firm that stands high in the busi- 
ness circles of Wilson. You will ever find attentive, polite, courteous clerks ready to wait on 
you in any department of this progressive, up to date Dry Goods and Department Store. 

If you need anything in Ladies' or Gentlemen's Furnishings you can be supplied in these 
departments, which are. modern in every respect. If you need ready made clothing you can 
be fitted in this department; if you need shoes you will find all styles in this department, such 
as: Walker and Whitman $4.00 and $5.00 shoes for men; they can not be beat at any price. 
Zeigler Bros.' high grade Shoes for ladies' $3.00 to $3.50; for comfort and style they are unsur- 
passed. Educator shoes for children. If you need Matting, Rugs, or anything in floor covering 
look over those offered by Clark Brothers. We believe it will be worth your while. It is with 
especial delight that we remember the courtesy this firm has ever shown themselves ready to 
extend to the college students. 


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